In 2013 I went on a study trip to the 13th Istanbul Biennial. I decided to bring with me one of the objects I was working on at the time. It was a ceramic sphere, uneven and imperfect. I intended to use it as an anchor to my presence, to keep as a memory of the time spent there. It was quite heavy and boring to lug around, and after a nice, but exhausting first day I could not resist playing around with it. As I was attempting an especially venturesome game of rolling it down Istiklal street, it broke in half. Which was fun too, I guess. I continued to carry it with me in various pieces, taped together and re-broken, throughout the 5-day trip.

I later decided ceramics were not for me.

Other parts of this project:
Klump goes to Kochi
Klump goes to Tokyo