The Hands that Shut the Sun
Emily Bront毛鈥檚 poem To a Wreath of Snow, from which this exhibition takes its title, casts the natural world as a voiceless, soulless messenger. Landscape and flora exist as silent companions, unlike humans and animals, who cry out, act, and alter. Yet silence is not absence. Nature offers messages in its lessons, its medicines, its demand for contemplation. Human touch, by contrast, wavers between destruction, protection, and uneasy collaboration.
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Emily Bront毛鈥檚 poem To a Wreath of Snow, from which this exhibition takes its title, casts the natural world as a voiceless, soulless messenger. Landscape and flora exist as silent companions, unlike humans and animals, who cry out, act, and alter. Yet silence is not absence. Nature offers messages in its lessons, its medicines, its demand for contemplation. Human touch, by contrast, wavers between destruction, protection, and uneasy collaboration.