At the playground bougie angels hover… by Brighid Fitzgerald

At the playground bougie angels hover, heavy with perspective and catastrophe, and kids leap from swings, breaking bones when they land. The angels warn “ don’t end up like me, my wings are too full of storm to move” and the kids hear “smash the smashed more so we can fly.

This work is led by the winged shapes of bark beetle engravings on a pine log seat along Merri Creek, on Wurundjeri Country. In this scene, pencil rubbings of bark beetle engravings portray flawed angel messengers in a playground