This piece shows my life as though it was a bowl of soup.
The ingredients are my bed, where I am now; the rollator walker, where I came from; and the ramp and art materials that I use every day. The soup is being shared with others, and they’re enjoying the multifaceted and complex ways we all make our soups! The hands give the soup to hungry folks, who partake just enough to satisfy themselves. There’s joy, happiness, and meaning within the bowl and surrounding it. And the sun gives life to the hands that give to others, but keep just enough food for me.
