We had an exchange. I was given an object that was filled with so much meaning and purpose: The first article of clothing a mother had bought for her baby. It was a little hat that her baby would one day wear, but that baby never had the chance to breathe the breath of life. For weeks I thought and though about what to do to tell her story using this object. I attempted to transform it. I destroyed the hat and dyed it with the juice from a beet. I carried around this new object with me hoping to be struck with inspiration. Finally I let go of all my perceived notions and just created. Created a goodbye to the hat and her lost love.
