When the panels of The Petitions are set side by side, they become a wall. They don’t connect – the graffiti does not line up, the stonework-like features are not continuous – allowing them to be seen as part of a greater whole; something longer, taller and wider.
The tiles don’t carry particular meaning, but are the stuff, maybe even the beauty, of life.
The papers wedged between and around the tiles are the petitions, the things people pray for: for lives to be changed, for lives to be saved, for health, for comfort, for love, for success. These deep desires can be debilitating personal walls; unrequited dreams that cannot be seen past or overcome.
Rhonda Harder Epp