My friend Mei made the small ceramic rattle for my daughter Bea when she was born in 2010. I finished it by painting the face on it. Mei died on Bea’s first birthday in 2011. I didn’t want to admit the rattle symbolised both birth and death. It has no ‘rattle’, makes no noise.
Unconsciously on the painful ending of a relationship I unconsciously made a shamanic type rattle myself with a bird’s body. Grief seems such an impossible state to negotiate. Art is one way, it’s been my main way of processing loss.
I see it, recognise it, and wholely respect both the pain and the process.