How to smooth out the sharp edges of broken ceramic plates (debris, scattered pieces) like a sea glass effect. 

1) Do not throw them

2) Before you start you need:

5 teaspoons of patience 

1 teaspoon of discipline 

3 teaspoons of goodwill 

3) Preparation:

Clean the edges from any remaining preconceptions

Dust them off, rub them in with tolerance cream, allow them to dry

Take them to the beach and lay them on the seashore 

Leave them for 5 years and let the nature do her thing

The water will move, will roll and will brush, the water will buff, will crush and will flow, the sand grain will tumble,will smooth and will rub,

The pieces will move, will roll and will waltz and eventually will heal and will rest. 

3) Now you can collect 

And we are given once again the recipe of recycling and healing from “Mother Nature”. 

In her kitchen, Narimene made an oath to her vegetable peels to honour and their last burst of nutritional value, by incorporating them in her cooking. She made the same promise to the ceramic scraps and broken plates accumulating in her studio.

Within Peels on a Plate, Narimene attempts to draw parallels between the vegetable peels that go unnoticed and usually considered as ‘waste’ and  the broken shards of ceramic plates. By reinstating their use she is revealing their value and inviting us to reconsider our waste.

She heals these vegetable scraps, through cooking, casting, fermenting and dehydrating, making them the centre stage of playful sweet and savoury dips and jellies.

As for the ceramics, she ceremoniously bathes them in sea water and sands them, smoothing out their sharp edges until they are as smooth and velvety as seaglass. 

Laid out like a picnic, visitors are invited to sit on the floor, and eat off these broken-restored plates, curiously appreciating the textures and heightened flavours of waste. 

Carrot Peels Are Speaking

    Throw me in a bin like trash,

    Dispose me in a bin with my flesh, 

    Do I stink?

    Am I rotten?

    Am I expired?

    Do you know who I am?

    I was the dress of the naked,

    I was the shield of the weak,

    Do I no longer serve a purpose?

    Do you not owe me something?

Broken Plates

     Do not ask the blind about what they can’t see

     Me like you my brother,  

I contain you on my bed and hold you to my embrace.