That is, yes, a rubber frog hanging out on the edge of the basket. There are two vials of salt, one of pepper, and a jar of lotion. There are assorted pens and pencils, and a jar thrown by the P.I. and painted by one of her former grad students. Behind all that is the business end of the lab.
Six of us share this space. What do any of these objects say about us as a group?
This is a photo I took a few years ago, when I was living in Tokyo, of the top of my kotatsu (the low table with the heater in the bottom). There is a mirror and makeup, the plastic yogurt cup that I kept my pens and pencils in, the large glass measuring cup that I bought to drink from, the travel alarm I never used.
What does any of this say about the life I had then?
This is a photo of my kitchen work table, now gone, from a year and a half ago perhaps. I was more than a little crazy then and trying to use art to pull myself out of the downward crazy spiral. I've learned over the years one or two ways that, if I am able to employ them, will allow me to save my own life. Creative work is one of those ways.
This table says something about me, too, then.
This is also a Japan photo, the work table in the miniscule teachers' room.
Eleven of us shared this space. Some days it was like a game of Twister, but we did it. What does that say about us?
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