Little Boxes

April 20 – June 5, 2018

A few years ago, I received a puzzle box from Japan, finely decorated and intricately sealed. I hid something inside, but I can’t remember what.

Tucked in that blue wooden box are things now expired, like letters from hearts that no longer beat for me and coins in currencies that no longer exist. They have no worth, but I can’t bear to let them go.

Strong and sturdy, not too big or perfectly tiny, this is a tribute to those tins and boxes that store the small and sentimental, our keepsakes and mementos. It’s an ode to the joy of finding the perfect little container for exactly the right purpose.