Plaster, Glass, Scarf my mother wove for me
With the passage of time.
Body and objects shape
each other, change each other, it’s
history embodied inside, intangible.
The relationship we had are
over, belongings will soon be unbelongings. To make
new objects is to burying old
memories, relationships, as well as letting go of emotional attachments.
It is -
A ceremony.
A celebration.
A metamorphosis.
Towards a new beginning.