SUSAN CHAPMAN

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Falling Through the Cracks

As a child I never walked on the cracks in the pavement. My extremely superstitious mother and I used to walk together avoiding the cracks, her striding normally and me running and jumping alongside her. Subsequently I used to dream about stepping on those cracks and falling into a hot and fiery place, again my mother’s influence of the idea of heaven ‘above’ and hell ‘down below’. This piece is a visual interpretation of that dream.






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