When I first starting painting ceramics around 10 years ago, one of the first things I made was a set of coffee mugs, which are sitting on a shelf in my kitchen.
This set has special significance to me because it’s part of how I discovered a passion for art.
Because I love words, I use them in my art; and I painted a word at the bottom of each cup. As I painted them, I imagined myself drinking my coffee every day—and how I would always remember these mugs as something I associated with healing from cancer.
In our house every single morning, V makes the coffee. When I get up, I pour it into one of these mugs.
No—-not THOSE mugs.
These are the cups everyone has someplace; the ones you get as souvenirs at events or parties or on trips; plus cups I painted that I don’t love like the set on the shelf. Some of them are even chipped.
Yet these are the mugs I actually use every single day.
If there’s anything I learned from cancer, it’s to live every single moment in the present—-because it’s truly all we have. So you’d think I would know enough to wake up and smell the coffee—and finally pour it into the mugs where it belongs.