Into a Solitary Place
Mark 1:35Bedroom
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A path out through the stony ground
From the chair you see the whole country at once, the way you would from a hill. The village sits low in the corner with its gate standing open. The path leaves it and climbs.
Further up there is one tree, and beside the tree a small white figure no bigger than a thumbnail, already a long way from the roofs. Nothing in it hurries, and that is the shape of the hour: valuable quiet time, with somewhere to rest your eyes while the house is still.
Everyone who looks at it sees something slightly different. One person sees someone who walked out of a sleeping village while it was still dark. Another sees one small figure and one tree in a great deal of empty stone. A guest stood in front of it and noticed two more at the gate, setting out to find where he went, and wanted to know the story. Nobody has to be told what that corner of the room is for.
The path is thin, and it goes somewhere
I keep going back to the distance. From up here the village is a handful of roofs, the gate a gap you could cover with a finger, and the path out of it thin as a thread. The figure is already past the last wall, small against all that stone, and still my eye finds him first.
There is one tree on the ridge and nothing else to mark the way. What I hope, for whoever lives with this map, is that going out alone stops feeling like leaving. That the dark hour reads as a road with a direction in it. Somebody is out there ahead of you, further along than you think, and the gate behind you is still open.
The chair, the lamp, and a wall of its own
One woman buys it for herself in January, when she finally gives the corner chair a lamp, a Bible and a wall of its own. She is up at five with a child who still wakes in the night, and she has decided the hour counts. Art choices are personal, and this one is hers before it is anyone else's.
The other buys it for a friend with small children, the friend who says the days are long but the years are short and then apologises for being tired. On the card she writes that going out alone first is not selfish. The print itself is silent, and better than words on a wall.
It hangs in the bedroom above the chair in the corner, often beside its evening companion so the morning and the night sit on one wall, with 45x60 cm framed the size that holds that stretch without crowding the lamp.
What you hang above the chair
- 170 gsm matte uncoated paper Print only: an unframed sheet printed to its edges, no shine under a bedside lamp.
- 12 mm black wood frame Flat square profile, 22 mm deep, matte finish, plexiglass front, no mat, on 170 gsm coated silk paper.
- Three sizes 30x40 cm, 45x60 cm and 60x80 cm. The middle one sits well above a corner chair.
- Giclee print Stone greys that stay soft, and one small white figure that still reads from across the room.
What people ask about this one
1.Where did Jesus go to pray early in the morning in Mark 1 35?
2.Why did Jesus pray alone before day?
3.How do moms of young kids find time to pray?
4.Which size suits the wall above a bedroom chair?
5.What should I write on the card if I give this to a new mother?
Three sizes, one quiet corner
Into a Solitary Place, Mark 1:35, as a giclee print on 170 gsm paper, unframed or in a 12 mm black wood frame.
