The Story of theTroy: Dawn of War Collection
The reality of Ancient Greece is one of peace punctuated by struggle and conflict, both internally and amongst their close neighbours. Warfare was a constant threat at a time when great city states were beginning to emerge and reach new heights of technology and prosperity.
The Troy collections were created to investigate and visualise some of the key moments of the Trojan – Achaean conflict which lasted for over ten years, resulting in the destruction of the great Trojan city.
In Dawn of War the main powers are still manoeuvring and the legendary players are yet to make their entrance. The rich oranges of early dawn and the dark geometry of city walls are dominant across the collection.
These pieces have been created using copper, nickel and silver. The bright oranges have been fused into the glass using specific coloured powders and shards of glass.
New Day, Storm Rising
“Some of you are worried about dying. Some of you will die. But all men die. No-one ever gets out of this world alive.
By Apollo himself though, I tell you this; These walls will not fall while I stand. I will fight with my every breath to defend this city, my shield is unshakeable.”
“For Troy!”, Hector cried and thrust his spear into the air, catching the rising sun. The men of Troy bellowed out in response. One defiant voice, rolling and thundering into the dusty plain beyond the city gates.
In the distant bay, the flash of sun on iron spear reached the eye of a lone figure standing tall on the lead ship of a vast armada. Achilles, son of Peleus stood statue-like, his narrowed gaze piercing the hazy air to the black walls of Troy. Even at this distance, they were intimidating, but he didn’t fear them. He knew Hector was waiting for him, and history would remember their meeting.
Suddenly the sun cleared the low-lying hills to the south and lit up the walls like a glowing line of fire. It seemed like a flaming arrow had sped along the horizon towards him. The sight of it made him shiver for a moment.
Achilles sucked in a huge lungful of cool sea air, as the broad canvas sails of the ship flapped and billowed. Overhead, gulls cried out as they rode the breeze amongst the swiftly-moving clouds, warning the Achaeans of approaching land.
Achilles would remember this day as the first of many, the days of blood.
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