The Art - Photography

Plastic Cups

Circa 2007

An Ikea glass broke in our apartment's old porcelain sink and, hidden by suds, sliced Marty's hand wide open, requiring stitches. This was bad enough, but he also plays keys. Washing glassware in a porcelain sink demands care, but these glasses seemed especially fragile, several having previously broken, so they went in the trash. Then, now skittish about all glass, we went with plastic cups for a while. They weren't ornamental, purely industry. The kind in diners and restaurants. The simplicity of them, lined up on the shelf, demanded my attention and the interpreting of them as art.