more juxtapositions calling into question, as usual, what Collections means - what kind of austere deliberation is implied. Why Are These Things Here?
studio snap, a wall, from left the arm of a sweater from a loved and now-elsewhere friend, the Usual broomstraws, Eleni's breakfast efforts, Eleni's censorship of Trump appointees, a beloved broom and a far less beloved dust pan
All the items that are necessary to have on hand daily -- the casting stones, a pilfered Wabi Sabi napkin (thanks San Francisco), some moonstone eggs, palo santo charcoal, many built and broken studies on vessels and teeth, and a much-loved tiny white rubber rat with a tag that reads "This is a Tiny White Rat."
up closer: a passage from Lev Grossman, some very dull pruning sheers, a jawbone, several tassels and coins, a paper model of a rashy little baby and the frail and far reaching arms of a doggedly persistent rose geranium.