Contents of my Purse
a data visualization by Grace Mathews
Outer Right Pocket
Outer Left Pocket
Main Compartment
Inner Left Pocket
Crumbs; otherwise empty. Sometimes I wish to fold my body into the shape of a thimble and stash myself inside.
The blue dinosaur rode on my dashboard until my first car accident. It was my fault, a simple miscalculation. No one was harmed. When my headlights hit her taillights the blue dinosaur flew off the dash and into my lap. I stuffed him into my purse where he stayed for two weeks while the car was in the shop. A strange security blanket, a reminder that things could have been much worse. This is one way in which I see my mother in myself: I believe in good luck charms.
Once, on vacation, I purchased this medium-sized deer hoof at a tourist trap called Western Trading Post. When the TSA agent searched my bag in Phoenix he said he’d seen worse—a whole human torso just months before. The hoof was so well preserved. He needed to hold it, needed to know it was no longer living.
When the string around my neck burst, two hundred and thirty eight beads went flying. I found twenty four on the floor.
After six months of daily use I could feel my body's oils smoothed into the leather's fine wrinkles.
Once, on vacation, I purchased this medium-sized deer hoof at a tourist trap called Western Trading Post. When the TSA agent searched my bag in Phoenix he said he’d seen worse—a whole human torso just months before. The hoof was so well preserved. He needed to hold it, needed to know it was no longer living.
Things want to decompose but can't. Polymers become monomers become bisphenol, styrene, phthalates, accumulating in body pouches.
Data Viz Project 1
Grace Mathews
Created on March 22, 2026
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Contents of my Purse
a data visualization by Grace Mathews
Outer Right Pocket
Outer Left Pocket
Main Compartment
Inner Left Pocket
Crumbs; otherwise empty. Sometimes I wish to fold my body into the shape of a thimble and stash myself inside.
The blue dinosaur rode on my dashboard until my first car accident. It was my fault, a simple miscalculation. No one was harmed. When my headlights hit her taillights the blue dinosaur flew off the dash and into my lap. I stuffed him into my purse where he stayed for two weeks while the car was in the shop. A strange security blanket, a reminder that things could have been much worse. This is one way in which I see my mother in myself: I believe in good luck charms.
Once, on vacation, I purchased this medium-sized deer hoof at a tourist trap called Western Trading Post. When the TSA agent searched my bag in Phoenix he said he’d seen worse—a whole human torso just months before. The hoof was so well preserved. He needed to hold it, needed to know it was no longer living.
When the string around my neck burst, two hundred and thirty eight beads went flying. I found twenty four on the floor.
After six months of daily use I could feel my body's oils smoothed into the leather's fine wrinkles.
Once, on vacation, I purchased this medium-sized deer hoof at a tourist trap called Western Trading Post. When the TSA agent searched my bag in Phoenix he said he’d seen worse—a whole human torso just months before. The hoof was so well preserved. He needed to hold it, needed to know it was no longer living.
Things want to decompose but can't. Polymers become monomers become bisphenol, styrene, phthalates, accumulating in body pouches.