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Yet Still My Cup Runneth Over
hand-turned maple bowl, charred maple leaves preserved in beeswax, commodity coffee beans, 12"x12"x84"
Tucked in a warm house in a relatively rich country, I enjoy a bounty of food from southern latitudes throughout the winter. The fuel I burn contributes to a changing climate, yet commodity agriculture insulates me from its effects on the land and people that grow my food.
One day, an approaching wildfire dropped ash on my house like snow flurries from the sky. The convection column sucked blackened leaves from the trees and carried them high aloft. They drifted on air currents for miles and fluttered down in my yard. I found it remarkable that something so delicate could survive a situation so violent completely intact.