This past week, I moved my studio, again.
And as it happens with any move,
I found myself cleaning out, rummaging through
and falling into the proverbial rabbit hole of memories.
But it wasn't photos or handwritten notes that got me this move, it was a selection of keys.

They stopped me in my tracks because each key represented a distinct part
of my past and in one glance, I was ttransported back.
My flat in NYC, my previous home, my parent's home in Southern California--
like a time machine on a key ring.
I decided these keys needed to stay, maybe even honored in a frame.
It was nice to visit for a brief moment and I realized,
I may want to return every now and again.
It made me wonder, where else do we find unexpected time capsules?
I'd love to hear your stories.