I’m repairing some of my broken pottery using Kintsugi. A broken French latte/chocolate bowl from Peet’s Coffee that I purchased years ago after my sojourn in Paris, a bowl that I painted on my 50th birthday at a luxury resort in Mazatlan, a tiny cheap bowl that I purchased from a souvenir stand on Yelapa, an island of about 750 people off the coast of Puerto Vallarta, which only got electricity in 2001. These pieces of pottery mean a lot to me, though they are not valuable. They were broken through carelessness and I want to piece them back together preserving the memories. This is symbolic of my life and as I do this work in meditation and reflection, I heal from my weariness about the discarding of the human soul and the constant whittling away of love, cohesion, and the beauty of our…my humanity.
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Kimberly considers herself a maverick, which means an unorthodox or independent-minded person or an unbranded calf or yearling. She prefers the first definition. A writer, an architect and historian, an artist, and most recently, a musician, she is fascinated with juxtapositions like positive and negative, beauty and ugly, sublime and repulsive, black and white, reality and fantasy; and with the notion of the “other” and what it means to be human. She is also a bit obsessed with simulation theory. Kimberly currently spends her time between pursuing an MFA degree in prose and literary journalism at Mills College and bartending at her favorite dive bars. View all posts by kimpstudio