She held what was never hers to hold.
She felt everything- Not just her own, but what lived in the spaces around her.
It gathered slowly. Quietly. Until there was no clear edge between herself and the world.
She was contained inside a silver vessel-something meant to hold, to carry, to keep from spilling.
Not everything that is felt can be set down.
Details
- Hand-sculpted and painted
- Bound within an aged silver plated (Rogers) cup vessel
- Approx Bounding height 3 inches, cup is 3" not including handle
- One-of-a-kind original
- Part of the Thorn Garden collection
From the Garden
Boundlings are not buried.
They are hidden. Preserved. Contained.
Some are held.
Some are not.