I have always thought that the stone urns that are used to feed cattle or grow hardy strong limbed plants are the chalices of nature. They are made to last forever and can only be broken by nature – a freezing ice and a baking sun will do it where heavy animals and misuse will not. The image of an urn brings with it a simple solid truthfulness that offers contact with God very differently than patented and bejewelled alter chalices. I don’t think God minds which one we use.
Oil on canvas, 609 x 609 mm