Saturday, January 14, 2012


I saw him at the flea market a number of years ago. Half afraid of my own desire, I walked right past, trying not to stare. How delightful then to see him swimming in the same blue-green sea a week later. Of course he came home with me. He's not a youngster, let's get that clear, the signature on the lower left giving him a date of 1909. Perhaps Austrian, I don't care how old he is or where he's from. I just know I love him.

1 comment:

  1. How beautiful dahhling! Can't wait to see the photo of where he ends among your wonderful collections...


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