Notes on Self-Portrait with Broken China

These were my wedding cups, from my first marriage.  They were recently accidentally broken by two wonderful men in my life bumping into each other, one of whom is my current best friend, lover and husband.  My initial reaction was a bit angry, that these cups had been broken, as I treasured the memory they embodied--of selecting my first China pattern, a cheerful yellow geranium!   Now I had to consider them as only the broken fragments of my past.  The picture includes me (in the mirror, a mere reflection)  in the act of self-examination.  Why did I get so upset at these cups being broken? Was it now symbolic of the lost past, the broken trust, the failed marriage?   Maybe those cups needed to be broken in order for me to understand their true significance?   The clock, poised at 3/4 of the way to twelve--3/4 of my life already over?  The vase, another frequent representation of the self  (I am but a vessel), an artifact in my household, was selected because of the rarity of it's dissimilar handles, with contrasting finishes, one smooth, the other textured, and their asymmetry of placement on the form, as analogous to the way I view myself.  I could go on, but I'll stop with this amount of information.  Some mystery should remain, and others should be able to make their own interpretation.