The interior was the place of refuge for Art. The collector was the true inhabitant of the interior. He made the glorification of things his concern.
Walter Benjamin
What a beautiful object. Puts me in mind of a crescent moon in some strange kind of eclipse!(when I look at it sideways). I can imagine the hand(or hands)that have held it tightly over the years and made the wood all smooth.It really is a lovely thing. (Great blog Christina!)
What a beautiful object.
ReplyDeletePuts me in mind of a crescent moon in some strange kind of eclipse!(when I look at it sideways).
I can imagine the hand(or hands)that have held it tightly over the years and made the wood all smooth.It really is a lovely thing.
(Great blog Christina!)
ditto
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