The small model of our darling planet is impaled on a candlestick (made from kitchenware) with wax dripping from under it.
I'd been given the wax candle in the shape of an ancient sage. His head had burned away so I replaced it with a candle stump.
I'd had three souvenir bottles of Maui crude oil for ages, used one in an assemblage about the damage done by fracking, and this
one puts oil on a pedestal, so important to our easy life and our economy. And for far too long we've valued those over the planet that sustains
it all. The choice of a Chinese frame around the oil is not accidental.
And the hourglass. I had a lovely big brass hourglass, and I wanted people to be able to turn it over, set it going. It looked good, but
it didn't survive. Fixed to the base by a small chain, loose enough so you could turn the hourglass over. But that meant it was loose enough
to ... you guessed it ... slide off and smash the glass part. I was sad, it was a lovely thing. But I think the assemblage has improved. The replacement
hourglass is smaller - we've got less time - and you can't reset it. There's no going back. It's fixed on top of a clock face.
And underneath, in perspex cylinders, are photos of protesting students, and their admirable leader Greta Thurnberg.
We can, and should, apologise to the young.
I wish we could do more.