Window shopping in Istanbul

Paris magic

Artists and Patrons

What I remember the most of the streets of Florence it is not the architecture, but the illuminated windows of the small antique shops.
In a city-museum the variety of exhibitions ranges from lazer sculpture shows to precious little collectibles displayed in store front windows with the same care they set up the shows at the Uffizi and the Palazzo Pitti.
These windows contain the remnants of past lives of wealthy patrons who loved to collect the useless and excessive, the special and the custom made, the decorative, the sublime.
The city carries gracefully the tradition of the artifact made for the privileged lover of the arts who, like a Pope gives his materialistic benediction to the talented artist who then creates the commissioned piece.
Artists and patrons have long been gone but the commissions survived.
Now they are displayed in glass cases, on rich fabrics, on a prominent spot. The objects lie there, seemingly inert, arousing desire to the window shoppers and the collectors.

Window shopping in Italy

Suitcase Suite #14

Kitchen, stove, table, bed, sink, shower...

Life dances around them

peacefully

while

elsewhere,

people scream and shout and fight.

In protest

of

change that 

sweeps away

a life style.

And 

I,

who live

here, 

in a peaceful bubble,

am saving

perfume bottles

and

scraps of lace

that may be used 

for
elegant explosives,

should 

necessity strike.

Mother's Day

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child....

TLSR#5

The weeks are running away from me in a repetition of closet cleaning, looking at pictures and coming across objects that I had thought lost for ever. Instead of greaving my loss I celebrate the clearing of my own space and the creation of my very own home.