About this Artwork

I’m not interested in doves or slogans. Peace, to me, is unglamorous work: showing up, fixing what broke, and keeping the stitch from slipping. The Menders’ Ring is built around that idea. A fragile Earth is ringed by hands made of clay—material that records touch—so every fingerprint, scrape, and dusting stays in the piece. The thread maps care in motion; it’s visibly under tension. Knots are left on purpose because accountability should be visible. The hands vary in scale and age; some are steady, some tentative, one grips like a tool. No saviors, no single hero—just many people pulling in time. Balanced forces aren’t stasis; they’re an active counter-pull against entropy and harm. If the work lands, the viewer feels that subtle lean of effort—the quiet weight of maintenance—and leaves with a simple claim: peace isn’t a miracle; it’s a practice.