Our little words and our cozy silence
sit side by side, on the kitchen table.
Our precious petty time together,
wee moments that make small living,
big enough.

Small Talks;
a whimsical collection of petite,
unpretentious objects.
Small anti-objects, or large anti-jewels.
It’s more of a personal thing,
an experiment I use as a side project
to test new work.
Clumsy, abstract, free, and honest pieces.
Their awkwardness is out there,
their fineness and sensitivity
are hidden deeper within.
Because, they’re all parts
of my conversation with my son.