*Although did see an amazing Hamlet at the Citizens Theatre.
This piece (pictured), is very much a work in progress. I had expected that traditional symbolism would play a larger role than is (at least currently), the case. There is a pomegranate with Persephone’s six seeds, but this Hell is peopled with documented and familiar images of modern humanity: the young girls gang-raped and hung in India, the train tracks to the gates of Auschwitz, James Foley kneeling in the desert, torturers at Abu Ghraib, Pol Pot’s store of skulls.... There are images of addiction too: a figure drowns in a sea of bottles, the heroin poppy and the syringe...
So I am engaged in a massive investigation of Good and Evil. It's an epic undertaking. As is so often the case, I recently read something that explains exactly how this feels. In the dedication of East of Eden (another epic on the same subject), John Steinbeck offers the novel to his publisher, describing it as a box.
“Everything I have is in it...Pain and excitement are in it, and feeling good and bad and evil thoughts – the pleasure of design and some despair and the indescribable joy of creation… And still the box is not full.”
Which brings us neatly back to boxes.