It stands tall outside our house. Leaving us always in its long black shadow. Its surface is rough, cold and to most, quite unflattering, but I have seen glimpses of its softness. Sometimes it talks to me quietly at night. Tells me little stories of times gone by. Sometimes I must look away in terror, afraid it might collapse onto me. But Chimney, sweet Chimney I have heard that you hurt those you love. Maybe someday I might hurt you too. But until then let me keep you from falling.
Photo documentation of performance with sculpture carried out at Verdant Works, Dundee, Scotland, April 2019
Materials (Chimney sculpture): recycled yarn, jute, and chickenwire