Shellheap

1996
4' x 4' x 10'
porcelain, wood; carved, slip-dipped, fabricated

Just now and then, if I stop for long enough, the shards will shimmer into view. They're always there, awaiting their turn. It's a game - I think if I remember from this distance, perhaps they won't take up so much time. But time is their bounty. They are content to wait.

So I must examine, at closer range, the richness of loss. Laughter and beauty contained in the residue. Stillness defines them and tames them. Never just crumbled dust but captured lightness, made bearable by familiarity.