Jack and I decided to head to Sassafras today. It’s a long weekend thanks to the Footy Finals, the weather was perfect for outdoor activities, and honestly, we just felt like getting away for a bit.
It had been a while since we visited Sassafras, and this time we stumbled upon the Tanglewood Gallery and Shoppe, showcasing art from local talents.
There, we met Michael, a sculptor whose seven remarkable metal pieces were crafted entirely from scrap and recycled materials. His creativity and skill truly impressed us.
This final piece is particularly special. It’s titled “Silver Tears,” and it tells the story of a sick child, around seven or eight years old. The father, grappling with his own pain, struggles to express his emotions. In response, Michael created this sculpture and wrote a poignant poem to honour their experience.
His words really touched me!
“Silver Tears”
His heart was broken
Ground down by words he couldn’t speak
Pain he couldn’t cry
Love he could no longer give
He retreated into the silence of the night
But silence could not drown out the voice of grief
For grief speaks in darkness
And blisters when exposed to light
And the sun today was cruel
And the world, neither fair nor right
So it was left only to the moon
To weep silver tears into the night
I am linking this to Natalie’s Photographing Public Art Challenge, Becky’s Seven in September and for Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
Interesting sculptures … and words.
Yes, very impressed. But not with my memory… don’t even remember his full name so I can’t even look him up!
Share my pain! It happens every day these days!
Oh well, senior moments…
I wonder why your comment has gone to Spam. Glad I found it.
It was a spammish sort of comment, wasn’t it? 😉
Hmmm
That little boy sitting in the tree with his book is by far my favourite!
Thanks so much for the comment. That is one of my faves as well, hence the featured photo.
oh these are wonderful, and I like the poem
Thanks so much Becky. The poem is amazing.
Very nice artworks using scrap and recycled materials. The poem is touching. Thank you for your PPAC contribution.
My pleasure Natalie. Went to this place just in time for the challenge.
I love that the sculptures are made from recycled material. Does that make them upcycled?
These words are beautiful It is almost a poem within a poem
Pain he couldn’t cry
Love he could no longer give
He retreated into the silence of the night
I love the poem too. Tugs the heart strings! Thanks for commenting.
Few things worse than a sick child, and I hear that in the poem.
Yes, so very true. Feeling as a mother, especially.
What cool sculptures