March 10, 2012

Power to transport

I love when mid-afternoon sun floods through my living room bay windows, lighting my eclectic collection of colorful curios from around the world. The other day the elegant shadows cast by two sculptures I bought in Jamaica transfixed me. The ladies, made of wood, wear gowns fashioned from dyed sand glued to their sultry frames. I often pick them up when I pass their perch atop the piano, but when they're bathed in amber sunlight, I just stare and let them take me for an instant back to the tropical brilliance and gentle, easy friendliness of the island where they were made.