(From the story of the Canadian maple tree that wanted to become a Japanese cherry tree and the Japanese vase that wanted to become a Canadian folk art vase.) I didn’t know if the sound came from the vase or it was just the rustling of the leaves, caused by the open window, but it sounded like singing - a hoarse whispering voice: “Was it something I’ve said or done / That made him pack his bags up and run?”


Vase, fake maple leaves, white clay, buttons