The coloration is so ethereal, as if colored water were captured in the moment of dropping miraculously into a larger body of water.
Are these the tears that God weeps when we choose to hurt ourselves, another or our amazing home-earth? I look at the beauty captured here and am reminded to walk a more thoughtful path, noticing what has been given.
Note: The sculptures, dating to the late 1950's, measure about 11 inches by 5 inches and are in perfect condition. The photos aren't great; so I will be retaking them in appropriate lighting. I just listed them on mjhdesignarts.com.
Anatomy of a Restoration II
Here is a side-by-side of the mirrors. The proportions are a bit distorted for both mirrors, but this is what my girl will look like next week.
Thanks for joining me on my quest. Jones thinks that the mirror smells divine: I wonder what that means? My former most amazing dog, Buddy (huge rott/lab), loved antique furniture more than my family and loved checking out new finds.
Have a wonderful serendipitous week. September is on its way and I can't wait to get back into the swing of things.
Mary, Jones (and Mini/Cole)