In appreciation of angel mythology, these are chorus of figures inspired by women I’ve met. Variously accusatory, angry, sarcastic, amused, sad or irritated, some wave lists and one is pregnant; all calling on the powerful to answer for the poor management of the world. Usually exhibited at ground level they stare up at viewers, asking them to account for the state of things.
All made in various kinds of clay, they bear the makers mark in a reference to the Golem and to contrast them with the perfect female often found in ornamental forms of womanhood.
Featured in exhibitions and performances in Holland and the UK, the angels once appeared in a ritual I conducted in a church; during exhibition their wings often fall off and now, due to sales, theft, gifting, accidental damage, flaws in the making, and embarrassment, the congress is highly diminished and currently in hiding.