Hands

Each year on Good Friday I make a cross. It started whilst on the edge of Lake Rotoroa on a lonesome Easter Friday. It was 2001. I made myself a cross out of two branches, lashed together with rope.

Ever since, I have been making crosses. One year it was out of toothpicks scattered on my bed. Another a photo of the cross made from a window.

This year, I made a cross in a short video. I hope you enjoy it.