The Center Doesn’t Hold
The title is taken from Yeats’s poem, ‘The Second Coming,’ written 100 years ago. In a maelstrom of turgid water and broken glass arcs, my mosaic speaks of my political anxiety, exacerbated by the death of my mother, the death of our 19-year-old cat, and our grown daughter’s leaving home. If you look closely, you will see photo fragments of mother, cat, and daughter.