I have a thing about making the windows and ceilings at Recoleta Cemetery look as though they’re soaring through the sky. I’m not quite sure where that came from, but it’s interesting to look back at the stories we grew up with of magic carpets and the like.

I’ve been reminiscing a lot the past few weeks, thanks to a new Facebook group for people who went to my village primary school. One memory that few of us will have forgotten is Miss Flaxman and her impromptu tales of the flying mobile classroom. And then there was the enchanted BBC TV adaptation of The Phoenix and the Carpet. I’m sure such stories are deeply rooted in us.

So, this Easter Sunday, here’s my offering from Monday’s trip to the cemetery: an ascending roof, which I’m calling Trap door. It’s about something that’s always there, but you can’t always see it. I like the way the chain is trying to make contact with the reflected cross, as if to hoick it up to heaven.