The seed of this inquiry was planted years ago, but it’s blooming now, unexpectedly, in the form of thrifted china, a friend’s recent stay at our home and a quote by Rick Rubin.

Recently some dear friends of ours stayed in our home while we have been overseas. Every day we fondly received visual updates of their stay—among the archival of beach play, sunsets covering opal-coloured waters and inspired corners of our home that captured their eyes was another one of our plates in use, holding toast or noodles or something simple made beautiful—beautiful by the fact it was served on some ceramic that has been collected and chosen with love (a story imbedded). When our friends left, they expressed how they’d be bringing more plates into their lives, and since then, we have been speaking poem (as we so often do), now speaking plate, too.

Rick Rubin writes:

That’s what the plates are to me.
A devotional act. A form of quiet curation. An expression of instinctual choice.
A home for meals and memory.
Some I’ve gathered on trips, others from local thrift shelves waiting for new hands.
Each one carries a story.
Each one has heard a story.

This is your official invitation into this inquiry—

An ode to small acts of intention.

A gallery.

A place for story.

A place where instinct gathers object…

…A quiet look at what it means to build a life worth sitting down to.

With Love

xo

ps: I’ll be opening a private thread where, over the course of this love-letter, where we can share plates. Consider this a visual exchange, a gallery of ceramic, a sharing of life-made art.

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