This chilly morning found my husband and me on a familiar path – the Pennypack Rail Trail. With tile in hand, we set off from the Byberry Road parking lot.
I took this tile with us:
and I set it on the rocks here, near the curve where a train wreck with 28 fatalities occurred 99 years ago this December, but is today the site of a small memorial and otherwise unknown by the many people who travel up and down this quiet wooded trail every day.
My husband looks on from the right side of the trail, and bicyclists appear in the distance. The earth turns. Life goes on.
This tile is the last of the set of 23 I made back in March, with the idea of marking an ending and a beginning – of what, I am not sure. I only know that I felt the impulse to do so. I am at the start of my 7th decade of life and never have I felt such a sense of demarcation, of transition, of the unknown.
We have been on shutdown in my area since March 13, and we are hoping for an amendment in circumstances in June. During this time I have come to understand that things will not return to “normal”, and that I must figure out the new ways.
So with this tile, I mark this point. Not to an end of fear, or worry, or distress, for myself and for everyone in this world. But maybe for a beginning of hope, devising solutions, working to make things better, whatever small part of this I can do.
I will keep putting art out in the world, that small thing, I know I can do. I enjoy it and I think other people do too.
Until the next time.
Here’s the whole array, and here is a post I did on my art blog about the creation of these tiles.