Prison of Pain

Lamentations 3:22 Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. Psalm 61:1-4 Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Pain, the all-encompassing space, held hostage by a physical prison. The rusted drum made of wood, rope, light molding paste and acrylic paint, symbolizes the physical and mental erosion associated with pain over the space of time. The figure is sculpted in papier mache and molding paste, then painted. She appears to be floating in a fetal position within the rusted drum. This sculpture was created as a result of my own experience with chronic back pain. The Scripture that I chose reflects my need to cling to God, who in His mercy never fails me but only draws me nearer.