Posted on October 23, 2018
“Marianne Vitale Burned Bridge 2012”
One of my favourite artworks at Saatchi Gallery is the Burned Bridge. It was quite loud from a distance and then as you walk closer to it, it starts to whisper all sorts of tales including my own.
Suddenly my memories were shot straight to my 20s were friendships were defined by numbers not loyalty. Then my thoughts journeyed further back to my teens were I saw so many people that I thought would be there for life but who I do not even recognise now. There has been a shift in me and in them.
As I grew up I started to realise that not everyone was my friend and also that I did not need everyone to be my friend. This helped me become a self reliant woman that was in total control of my own decisions. So when I look at Mariannes work I see a lot of the pain I caused, I see a lot of the hurt I have felt but ultimately I see the victory gained by each memory.
The truth is I have burnt bridges and watched others burn them too. You can’t be reading this thinking you are perfect there is someone out there you hurt. What is important is that you forgive, apologise and keep it moving. The rest is on them.
I now focus on being the best version of me and that in turn generates grace that attracts like minded people. This may sound like a cliche but Jesus truly is my very good friend. He has been the constant in my life and because of Him I have a tribe of friends who are more than that now – more like sisters.
Looking at this bridge reminds me of the numerous times I have made mistakes but Jesus always stands on the bridge putting out the fire I started, repairing it back to its original form. Encouraging. He is a carpenter after all.
Take care of you xoxo