Sunday, February 16, 2014

mélange



A lone antique bronze picture light on a bookshelf stuffed with two icons; one from the flea, the other from my hand; an antique clock from Valencia, Spain; an emerald gazing ball sitting in a Pottery Barn mercury glass planter; a glass blown goblet; Victorian inkwell; and a paperweight. The gazing ball, clock, goblet and picture light are from my father's estate, and found their way to the apartment last year. My father, of course, had rather baroque sensibilities, acquiring things more for their shape, character and beauty, rather than their provenance.  

This mélange of objects was assembled shortly before a party for a friend—all circles and rectangles. After returning from brunch with Mr. Husband today, I decided to take a photo of it. The picture light gives everything the kind of stage light you'd see in the Edwardian era, which is fitting I suppose, since half the objects in the room are in keeping with it. Now, if I could only look into the gazing ball and see what the future holds. 

2 comments:

  1. Greetings Daniel,
    The tradition of Icons is that they see you. You might look into the glass ball and wonder of the future, but the images of the Icons see you and love you as you are.
    Please write more often; I wish the long silences between blogs became shorter. Thank you

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    1. Hello there, David— Thank you for leaving this message on my page, and for reminding me of something to simple and wonderful. I believe I may have written about my experience "writing" this particular icon earlier on this blog, but will relate it simply here: The night that I applied the halo, I dreamt that I fell into it.Talk about being in love! It was just that and more. The Light of the Halo to you! Daniel

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