The
broken eggs came about as a response to the attacks of September Eleventh.
I never felt for a moment that the events of that day rendered the work of
artists less relevant. Artistic response and expression are vital towards
helping to illuminate the multifaceted complexity of such a tragedy.
I was at a loss as to how to respond. I simply began to try to get my hands
moving. Without really thinking, I began to try to mend, to make whole again,
the skattered fragments of broken eggs I'd collected over the years. It became
a kind of therapy, a nurturing process, an unconscious reaction to that fateful
day.
