In my rearranging I have this bowl empty for the first time in years. I made this in a metal working class years ago. We were only allowed to pound metal for the first two weeks on account of it making too much noise. I had just been unceremoniously dumped by a man I had spent 8 years with. I had rage. I cut a piece of copper in a circle and I heated it and hammered, heated it and hammered. My rage rendered the hammering effortless. My rage fueled the creation of something quite lovely. I don't know what it all means. I think I have to go draw it.