I have put together some of the pieces i found in my WGHS garden to make one form in which i’ll remember my search into the dirt. Every little part of Bone China or whatever earthenware used to be a cup or tile that inhabitants of WGHS used to cherish until it fell out of grace or just was broken by accident. There’s a little house, a woman working, a dog rubbing his back, the sky and vegetable forms. I assembled the colors and forms because together they form a story about life in the countryside.