'I dropped what I love, and now I can't remember how it fit together, and the glue won't stick.’ tells a story many of us recognise. Life moves, things slip from our hands, and we find ourselves in situations from which we cannot return - at least not to how things once were. What breaks cannot always be restored to its former state.

Throughout most of the making process, this was my thought: the impossibility of repair, the ache of something lost. But when I was forced to reinforce the broken glass pieces with wire - because the ‘glue’ truly wouldn’t hold - my perspective shifted. The wires binding the fragments began to resemble roots. And suddenly, the work no longer spoke only of what had shattered, but of what might begin to grow from the broken.