Heads cupped in a hand – the weight of bronze, like the weight of flesh and blood, a reminder of the responsibility that comes with care – the caring hands of a nurse or doctor treating a patient, or an artist observing and recording these intimate actions. Parson’s eyes tenderly caress the crevices of faces etched with fear, hope, love and resignation, drawing them out with the delicate edges of his sculptor’s tools.
Sometimes the flow of hardened molten bronze forms a halo – a flashing that reminds us of the rhythmic flow of blood from the patient’s body through the dialysis machine and back again – like the continuous interflow of atoms that blurs the gap between ‘solid’ bodies and intangible space.
