An attempted burglary resulted in a forced movement of our furniture. These pieces had been tucked away in a place that I visited with high frequency but low attention-depth. Every visit was a hurried blur of a million tasks fitted into a tiny tome slot.
And so this forced movement allowed me the luxury of time – to look at and to appreciate the pieces once again in a new light – both metaphorically and literally.
I wish I knew what this meant ….Someday someone will explain this scene to me……
Until then I will just enjoy the meticulous drawing of this artwork created in wood.
One piece at a time, I shall enjoy studying each piece again. And revel in the unexpected dividends of pleasure received from pieces that were hidden away in my past!