In the 1950s, my mother (then a young girl) collected and cherished a set of ceramic animals. As a young adult, her treasured collection, which was stored in a shoebox, was stolen. Later, my mom helped me to start my own ceramic animal collection. I have held onto these fragile objects wrapped up in a box for almost five decades now, carrying them from city to city, dusty shelf to shelf. I thought that I would one day make a momentous maternal hand-off of my animal collection. But, my animals still sit in their box.
Here, I give them a moment of life.