SUMMER BREAKUP (2025-2026):
An interdisciplinary project combining mosaic, poetry, video art, and zine-making.
A year-long commitment to seasonal poems, offering a slow, intentional journey cycling through the stages of a breakup.
I began with making video art documenting the act of breaking up a meaningful object (see below), then integrated its shards into a sculptural mosaic.
On the centerpiece mirror I wrote an original poem: a text that blends biology, heartbreak and the Jewish custom of Shmita.*
A year-long commitment to seasonal poems, offering a slow, intentional journey cycling through the stages of a breakup.
I began with making video art documenting the act of breaking up a meaningful object (see below), then integrated its shards into a sculptural mosaic.
On the centerpiece mirror I wrote an original poem: a text that blends biology, heartbreak and the Jewish custom of Shmita.*
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Shmita*
On the seventh day God rested From all the work He had performed On the seventh week From beginning the harvest You shall make the Shavuot holiday To your God And on the seventh year Of our breakup There will be Not one single cell left In my body That has known The touch of your hands And thus I could Finally Release you. |
"Shmita" (2025): Porcelain, wood, mirror, acrylic
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*Shmita is a Jewish custom - a sabbatical year in Jewish law, occurring every seventh year. On a Shmita year—a "release" year— the land is left fallow, debts are forgiven, and a general sense of releasing is observed.
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Next I compiled Shmita (translated to English, and now published in The Jewish Poets Collective Journal) and five additional original poems to create Summer BreakUP: A Poetry Zine.
In August 2025 hard copies of the zine were printed and distributed at multiple Bristol venues: From cultural hangouts like The Arnolfini and Watershed, to bookshops like Second Page and The Last Bookshop, and many other literary and artistic hubs around the city. Hundreds of Bristol readers picked up the zines, read the poems, and were moved by them. Some readers took the opportunity to write back of the impact the poems had on them. I view that dialogue as an essential part of this work. |
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After publishing the Summer Zine and reading feedback from readers, I found myself cycling through various emotions, which brought up memories of other cycles:
The menstrual cycle; The astronomical cycle; The cycle of the seasons... My mind buzzed with all these connections.
I didn't fight my intuition. I let the natural course of my feelings set the tone.
My heart called to make this journey into a cycle of zines:
A quarterly poetry zine. One for each season. A full year of poems, cycling through a breakup.
The menstrual cycle; The astronomical cycle; The cycle of the seasons... My mind buzzed with all these connections.
I didn't fight my intuition. I let the natural course of my feelings set the tone.
My heart called to make this journey into a cycle of zines:
A quarterly poetry zine. One for each season. A full year of poems, cycling through a breakup.
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The Summer BreakUP Project is a new trajectory in my practice: Setting out on an art journey without having a firm idea of the course it would take, or the end point I wish to reach. This really excites me.
In October 2025 I published Let It Fall, the second installation in this year-long poetry zine series. Once again hard copies were printed and circulated — this time in various independent bookshops around Manhattan and Brooklyn, NY. Once again, readers were invited to respond to the poems. |
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In January 2026 the Winter Zine was published, titled Keeping Warm Without You. It has been distributed in independent bookshops in London, and will soon be making the rounds in Bristol's art hubs and bookshops as well.
Please enjoy the digital zines and take a moment to share your thoughts. |
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I started by smashing a mug.
Then that mug requested to be made into sculptural art.
Then that art requested to have words.
Then those words requested to be compiled and shared.
Now, as more poems flow out of me,
and as I see them reflecting the passing of the seasons,
they whisper to me: Commit to this practice.
A full year's cycle of breakup poems.
Then that mug requested to be made into sculptural art.
Then that art requested to have words.
Then those words requested to be compiled and shared.
Now, as more poems flow out of me,
and as I see them reflecting the passing of the seasons,
they whisper to me: Commit to this practice.
A full year's cycle of breakup poems.
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