Amulet Dreaming

I, like many have a long standing and fond memory of the wishbone. My dad would save the wishbone every sunday for us to share in the tradition of snapping and making a wish. On researching the tradition, I found out that traditionally the bone was never snapped but gently rubbed away as we made the wish, like the genie in a bottle. I love the more this gentle nature of asking.

Here, in Amulet Dreaming, we see the shadow of two wishbones walking together, upon the theatre like floorboards of a staged event. I even made a still life boxed scene to really inject this subject with a sense of animsm that the memory of this object holds for many of us.