262 Paul Santoleri


So I have the three objects: one is a tiny jar of false teeth that I collected in the basement of a loft that I used as a studio/living space in Powelton village; another, a smiley-faced watch I was given by my dad as a child, that he bought in Philadelphia; and the third, two shells from the ocean that were brought to me by a friend who visited from across the sea.

I wrote a story about these objects but I will give a synopsis: together they tell a story of timelessness, change, movement and sharing. They come together in my own story, my relationship to this place where I was born, left, came back and am forever leaving and returning, the eternal spiral that is life itself.