I’m not sure why I love this one so much. It was love at first sight, too. I loved the model – though mine came out somewhat differently – I loved working on it (when I worked on it, I set it aside for a long time when I realized how many hours it was going to take to do that meadow, one blade of grass at a time), and I love it finished.
I remember once, a long time ago, I held a salon at our house, inviting all my guests to bring something they loved and to be prepared to give a little talk about it. Back then I loved a bronze sculpture of a little herd of horses galloping down a steep incline. I think horses are beautiful and some of my happiest hours have been spent on horseback. Everyone who came felt a passion for the object he or she brougt. I learned a lot about those people that day, about eloquence, and about love.
Is it wrong to love a mere object? I don’t think so. These things often contain memories of happy times, or they represent something which the owner is proud of, or they remind the owner of a difficulty overcome.
If I held another, I would bring out that piece of crewel work. Somehow I know that place, it represents happiness. Plus it was immensely satisfying to work – all those hours spent, and it came out well.
If you were invited, what would you bring?