votives for the Wellcome Collection Museum
I was diagnosed with cervical cancer in June 2006, at the age of 26. It was not the most common kind, and it was aggressive. I had surgery 6 weeks later, and made a full recovery back to health. I will never be pregnant, but I still hope to one day be a mother, and live life to it fullest.
Name: Petra Hall
Where: Bristol
When: 2006
Name: Petra Hall
Where: Bristol
When: 2006
Who to thank: Jo Bailey, and Mr Murdoch, at St Michaels Hospital, Bristol.
"Some friends and I had driven north from Auckland one night, we missed the turnoff to our destination and by the time we realised we decided to continue north, as far as we could go. We took back road and drove through a herd of wild horses, running through the headlights. We hit the dunes and the car was stuck in the sand. I went for a walk by myself. The
re is quicksand in places. The sky was blanketed in cloud so Neither the stars nor the moon were visible. The land is low here. I walked for what seemed like hours, the beach stretches on forever. I then had the reckless idea of going for a swim. I stripped off and swam out through the breakers. It was summer and the sea was warm, so I kept swimming. I then recalled the stories about this beach, there are rips and holes and currents that can carry you away. I was far from shore and disoriented, too far to hear the sound of the surf, or to see the dunes. Just a human body swimming in darkness far out to sea. I prayed and chose a direction and eventually found the shore. I kissed the sand and collapsed. It took hours to find my clothes and I somehow found the car, and my friends. One of whom had not left the car all evening for the fear of horses. Words can sometimes be prisons for meaning and if I were to try and explain I could not capture this experience in its true context. All I know is that blind chance and dry logic will never capture the mystery of this life. Gratitude is easy when you know how.
Name: Hamish
Where: Ninety-Mile Beach, Aotearoa/New Zealand
When: 1999
re is quicksand in places. The sky was blanketed in cloud so Neither the stars nor the moon were visible. The land is low here. I walked for what seemed like hours, the beach stretches on forever. I then had the reckless idea of going for a swim. I stripped off and swam out through the breakers. It was summer and the sea was warm, so I kept swimming. I then recalled the stories about this beach, there are rips and holes and currents that can carry you away. I was far from shore and disoriented, too far to hear the sound of the surf, or to see the dunes. Just a human body swimming in darkness far out to sea. I prayed and chose a direction and eventually found the shore. I kissed the sand and collapsed. It took hours to find my clothes and I somehow found the car, and my friends. One of whom had not left the car all evening for the fear of horses. Words can sometimes be prisons for meaning and if I were to try and explain I could not capture this experience in its true context. All I know is that blind chance and dry logic will never capture the mystery of this life. Gratitude is easy when you know how.
Name: Hamish
Where: Ninety-Mile Beach, Aotearoa/New Zealand
When: 1999
Who to thank: ?"
