Things I Left on the Table
We often overlook fleeting beauty, like flowers on the roadside, melting ice...or things I left on the table. For four weeks, I documented the stains that needed to be wiped off—spilled soft drinks, soups, sauces, and more. Had I not captured these messy marks in time, no one would have paid them any attention. Yet, these colorful stains form a unique collection. Each one tells a story: from the shape of the container to what I was eating, and even the mood I was in. This is, in essence, a diary. It reminds us to find the extraordinary in the ordinary and to celebrate the beauty that exists in every overlooked corner of our lives.