This piece came forth from reflecting on some of the unexpected implications from Seven Hundred Thirty-Five. Upon the completion of Seven Hundred Thirty-Five, connections were able to be drawn to issues of environmental concerns and administrative accountability / oversight in the wake of coal mining disasters and deaths. While entirely valid and relavent, these ideas that came from the piece were never at the fore of Seven Hundred Thirty-Five. Plot has come to me as a piece that speaks specifically to the sacrifice and tragedy of working and dying (respectively) in the industry. The lights have been moved to below ground, similar to the bulbs and headlamps that light a mine's caverns. They are also a warm incandescent light, illuminating the substrata and little beams that descend and ascend to the heavens. Countless porcelain birds ranging from a soft yellow to clean, unfinished white porcelain lie on the ground, following the direct footprint of the pine suspended above. The slabs of pine are cut to the same dimension of a simple pine casket, with earth and grass scattered on top.
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