Painted in 2020 throughout the COVID-19 pandemic, these works deal with anticipatory grief, change, fear, and home. They reference bowls made throughout my life by my mom, who is a potter. During a time of so many unknowns and the immediate and overwhelming sense of loss—of our routines, sense of safety, connections, and in some of the worst cases, loved ones—the familiarity of these forms were a source of some comfort. At the same time, their literal fragility represented my own fears about what would be left behind, all of the ways in which things can break, and what, or who, can be a container for all that grief. Painted in oil and cold wax medium, they often mimic the surface effects and textures of glazes, and the close relationship between subject and background refers to self and home.