Atop the monolithic structure of Gender, supported by acceptable norms and reinforced by traditional expectations sits a teetering puzzle. Reliant upon a system that openly rejects it while forcing it to balance precariously yet harmoniously within its oppression.

Cast aside, neglected, rejected, and only visible to those who seek light in the darkest of places- these cast glass triangles were found after spending years weathering and decaying outside. Reclaimed, repaired and restored, these forsaken pieces regained their voice and began to speak.