Since I was a little girl, I loved grabbing the little pieces of cookies sitting at the bottom of the pack. Searching for them with excitement, moving my fingers through the bag, looking only for the big crumbled pieces.
I love to enjoy the flavour in small bites.
They taste amazing.
Better.
And like broken cookies for me art it is not about what it is obvious. It is about searching. What’s hidden, sometimes a little broken. What's behind the eye, what's sitting deep inside, at the bottom the the jar . It’s sometimes the unspoken, The unseen.