And then what happened?

Pieces, December 2011 - January 2012

I found this little piece of glass on a chilly beach in Denmark. I put it in my pocket and carried it around with me for weeks, back to Germany, to Athens, to Prague, and when I was walking I’d turn it over and over in my hand. One day at uni I was putting on my jacket and it fell out of my pocket and broke. Slightly obsessive hoarder that I am, even I could see the insanity of carting shards of broken glass back to Australia, so I buried the bits under the Tree. It was very pretty even broken; the bits of mottled tumbled surface compared to the smooth and clear lines where it had snapped sent the light bouncing off in all directions.