Katha Cato Assemblage

When I find a broken thing, a piece of a piece of a thing, I rub the edges, roll the object over and over in my hand. I think of how important that piece was to the whole item..that little piece of white coffee cup participated in morning greetings and midnight cuppas. Perhaps it was shattered in the washing or smashed against the wall in regret. Now, with a bit of wire, nails and a little effort, it extends its usefulness as a piece of something ….different