This idea must be credited to the magic of Montréal, Canada. This city is full of artists, many of whom study circus arts. So inspired was I by the community I witnessed there that when I moved to this city, I started juggling.

I bought my first ball from Le Grande Ourse on Duluth Avenue. Then my second. Then 10th. I would walk around town juggling, spontaneously playing catch with other people across the street and intersections, often giving balls freely to people I played catch with. 

One thing led to another, and suddenly I was doing Hunger Strike for Earth in Parc LaFontaine, talking about how 'waste' is not real, and is rather an expression of how we treat each other.

By that I mean, should we learn communicate clearly, desire to understand and treat each other well, we will belong once more to one another. 

This is important, because what keeps us from belonging deeply to Earth is our difficulty belonging to each other. 

When we belong once more to one another, we naturally come to belong as a community to the Earth. 

And when we naturally belong as a community to the Earth, we learn some simple rules that are very obvious, as we come to observe life on Earth together. 

One of these realizations is that 'waste' is not real, and everything in nature is part of a cycle, timelessly turning as long as life has been here. 

And the idea of 'waste' doesn't coincide with respecting these natural cycles...

So, anyways, all this led to making talking balls.

These are, essentially, made with plastics I collect that are lying around: rubber bands, strings, and such.

Here are some examples: