This untitled piece was a part of my first solo exhibit back in 1998, teastory.
Each piece in the series is the size shape and image of a tea bag. The teacup fragments were collected from the floor of my Morris Street apartment’s tiny kitchen. Too precious to be thrown away, I tucked them away for an unknown purpose, until I imagined this piece.
It’s all about holding precious bits and fragments of the past, but going on with something new, beautiful, and cherished.