object lessons: some sh*t just doesn’t matter

ted muehling vase splice

The other day, I accidentally knocked a treasured cup off a table and watched, in the slow motion of a car accident, as it crashed onto the stone floor. It was gone in a moment, an object whose beauty I’d enjoyed daily since my friend Suzanne Shaker had given it to me over a decade ago: Ted Muehling’s nymphenburg porcelain ‘convex’ cup, a wonder.

As it flew through the air, I found myself thinking “It’s only an object…Nothing terrible has happened…no lives lost, no illness. An object only.”  In the face of all the losses we’ve read about recently, that we’ve all seen in our own and other’s lives, it paled.I thought of the guy who remarked so matter-of-factly in the face of the huge beautiful trees blown over in the hurricane: “It’s Nature.”

I’m contemplating glueing the cup together, not to make perfect mends, or to make it anything like its former perfect self, rather to make the exact opposite, the fine porcelain pieces formed-together roughly, a reminder of the pleasure it held, the friendship that endures still, imperfection, and …change. And shit that just doesn’t matter.

Ted Muehling 'concave' cup Nymphenurg Porcelain

photo: sally schneider

Or perhaps I’ll throw the broken bits away and keep an image of the cup in my digital memory archive, my strategy for giving things away…letting them go while still having them.

ted muehling vase 1 394. 226 px

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13 Responses to object lessons: some sh*t just doesn’t matter

  1. lisa f. 01.17.2013 at 8:24am #

    This is a piece of advice I always give new parents. Objects that you love are going to be broken and it really does not matter. Prepare yourself now so that you can respond appropriately to your child, who does matter.

  2. Harriet 01.17.2013 at 8:27am #

    About seven years ago, while we were on vacation, some of the shelves in our living room fell down. Among the books and other tchokes on the floor when we came home was the stunning Dale Chihuly sea form Charlie gave me for my 50th birthday. The piece was broken. I was heartbroken. No way it could be repaired, but I didn’t want to part with it. I bought a clear (plastic!) container at the Container Store to hold the shards. Although it’s not the original piece, I still have my Chihuly.

  3. ellen rocco 01.17.2013 at 8:41am #

    Your description of how you were feeling as it fell was perfect! How many thoughts can one fit into an instant!

    Perhaps another way to look at it is that shit does matter; it happens to everyone; it happens all the time. The wonder is that we can recognize that there are all different kinds of shit and that we can move on. I say glue it back together and keep it handy – a talisman of sorts.

  4. LS 01.17.2013 at 11:01am #

    I had an early lesson in this—my mother died when I was 12, and I had a shirt and some earrings of hers which I wore constantly. The shirt, of course, eventually wore out, but more critically, I lost one of the earrings and was stricken. I felt the loss, but I also felt almost GUILTY. I really tortured myself over it.

    After making myself truly miserable, I decided I had to give it up, let it go, even though it meant one of the only links I felt I had to my mother. Of course, I soon found other, non-physical, links.

    It was a good lesson to learn—they are only things, even when they are things heavy with emotional significance. Life moves forward…….

  5. Linda 01.17.2013 at 12:54pm #

    At first thought… “you are a Hoarder too, takes one to know one”

    Then Harriet has a good idea – if you can feature it WELL it becomes something else to treasure. It could be a “modern art statement” – have it suspended in a plexiglass cube with the pieces arranged so it appears to be in the moment of shattering.

    Too much effort not to be labeled a hoarder? :-) Recycle it.

  6. Joan 01.17.2013 at 7:29pm #

    Maybe too many pieces for a repair, but I love that the Japanese repair revered tea vessels and gold-leaf the cracks.

  7. Sally 01.17.2013 at 9:32pm #

    Ah: “other non-physical links”. That is the key, perfectly put. Thanks.

  8. Vitriolita 01.18.2013 at 3:47pm #

    This could be a sign: Come to Munich to so see the different versions of this nice little cup in the shop of the “Porzellan Manufaktur”. They call it “champagne cup” on the website. Maybe this is a way of improvising, too. If there is no glass, just take a cup for champagne.

    http://www.nymphenburg.com/de/products/table/champagne-beakers/09690.html

    Kind regards from Munich ;-)

  9. carla 01.18.2013 at 5:43pm #

    I love the idea of making s new not perfect version of something you love.

  10. Christy 03.26.2013 at 5:34pm #

    Years ago I finally stumbled upon a glass float on the Oregon Coast beach. My boyfriend and I went back there this winter and had a splendid time amidst unpredictable sunshine. I did not buy any floats as a figured one was enough. Yesterday I knocked it off the windowsill as I tried to place a card from a friend between it and the window. I was at first much dismayed and then thought…. Well maybe we’ll go back again next winter! These things, these pretty things, are for my joy, not for my sorrow. Here’s to beautiful breakable treasures!

  11. Sally 03.26.2013 at 5:39pm #

    Yes. Here’s to beautiful breakable treasures!!!

  12. Katy 08.16.2013 at 9:28am #

    In the fourth grade I broke a treasured cup, fine china, that had a meadow rock and wildflower motif. My mother had it set aside in a glass front corner cupboard. I decided it shouldn’t be wasted, so when my music teacher said we were to make a musical instrument, I tied the shards to the undercarriage of a faux golden carriage that held a gift of perfume. I thought it gave it the dignity it needed to be truly re-purposed. My art teacher must not have agreed. I think I got an F for it, but it might have been a D…an F to an A student…

    I do alot with found objects today…but i don’t get a grade on them. Some of them really satisfy my soul…

  13. Sally 08.21.2013 at 1:07pm #

    Your art teacher was really misguided. I hope she didn’t put you off your great thinking…sounds like not, but whew!

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