After the death of a loved one, I create this piece. I didn’t show it to many, and honestly I kept it under my bed for a couple of years. I hesitantly brought it out for my first solo exhibition over the summer. I wanted to fill the space with as much work as I could. Unfortunately, the gallery where I was showing my work is also a venue for large gatherings. My piece got broken. I didn’t want the owners to feel obligated to pay the large “I don’t want to sell this” price, so I just took the broken pieces home and tried not to cry about it in front of them.
I mourn this piece. I didn’t get many pictures of it, and I regret hiding it away. I thought it was beautiful and it held so many of my emotions within it’s fragile fired clay. Tears were shed when making it and now tears are shed for it. That was the circle of life for this piece.
My husband wants to put it back together with some epoxy so I can hang it in my studio. That would be nice.