One afternoon while waiting to catch a plane from Kupang to Bali, I collected a bag of broken tiles from the beach, their edges worn smooth from countless months of wave action. I don't know why so many tiles gather in this particular bay, but the word is definitely out among ceramics.
I played around with the pieces for months - I would arrange them on my desk, pack them away, bring them out again - then decided on a simple wall hanging, inspired by an aerial view of the lagoon and reef. I kept each tile in its original state, the shape that nature created. Now to call upon my diy skills or handy husband to hang it up.