i have spent the morning bleaching and washing my objects from dead horse bay, as i did so, i couldn't help thinking about my grandparents. they were from the glass generation and while i handled these objects i thought about tato and tati, as we lovingly called them and found some brands i recognized in the bottom of some jars: noxzema, jergens, vick vaporub... i had a flashback to my grandfather's night table with little bottles, many of them with pipettes like one of my little treasures. i spent a large part of my childhood with my grandparents, maybe these bottles take me back to them and to the comfort i felt in their company, among their objects.