Bittersweet memories
I’m giving away some of my ceramics. As I went through the boxes trying to figure out what to give and what to keep. Memories rushed at me. Each piece I pick up, I recall all the things that happened when it was made. Some pieces bring a smile to my face, other pieces reminds me of the turbulent times that I was in, and there are some that encompasess both. I am definitely getting rid of the ones that I have no memories. There are those that I am unsure about it and have put back in the box. I am unsure on whether to give them away. These are good memories and I want to give them to someone who will enjoy or even treasure them.
I gave one of my favorite and best pieces (at that time) to someone special to only to have them return it to me when she moved because she didn’t want to take it with her…or was it because she didn’t want it to get broken??…I don’t really remember why she gave it back.
I just remember feeling hurt…and rejected…
When I give someone a particular piece of work, I am giving them a piece of me. I don’t give these pieces to get rid of them, its a sign of…trust.
