“Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.”—Epicurus
In an old box in my parents’ attic, I discovered a cardboard divider embossed with the crest of a fine food purveyor: The Epicures’ Club. A gatherer of artifacts, a seeker of meaning, I enjoy repurposing and living with the flotsam and jetsam of life that crosses my path, so I procured an old frame and adopted the crest as my own. A story starter; symbolic intent. With my unconscious nudging me on, my long-held dream of hosting a salon begins to take shape.