Breakfast Debris

2025

My everyday experience of living in this world is filled with details of blooming flowers, soft baby hands that caress my hair, shadows that the sunset washes in flickering movements over the walls in my home. I live intensely through these moments. Close observation and attention to these happenings bring me great joy and a sense of presence that allows me to overcome my personal challenges of being. In this small and wondrous bubble, I know I am lucky to live, when thinking of the absurd weight of the global anxiety of war. Milk bottles, orange juice containers, fragments of breakfast debris drift into my studio and return as rings, necklaces, small acts of transformation. A ring that makes drinking coffee awkward. A necklace that once carried juice. In their silliness I find humour, tenderness, and gratitude: my debris is only plastic from my children’s breakfast table, not rubble from a building near my home.