I remember it standing in a lovely wood bookshelf that had sliding glass doors, at the bottom of her stairs. I would stare and stare at it, sometimes asking my Grandma to take it out so I could look at it close-up. Her peachy silk garment looked exotic to me but I think what I loved most was the red sparkling flowers studded with tiny pearls in her hair. That, and her tiny peridot earrings.
I don't feel precious about it now, except for the memory of how much I treasured it as a child. What about you? Can you remember any items that caught your imagination as a child? Do you go back to a certain place when you think of it?
6" x 6" / oil on archival panel / $75