Friday, August 4, 2017

wind under skirt over mosaic

The winds of September are early and mischief making.

This mosaic in the garden, if you can see it through the this-and-that, was my first mosaic in about 2005. It features legs, legs actually of the person who dropped some of her inherited family dinner plates and broke them. The dinner plates earning a fine new placement as frilled undergarments. But as visible to ordinary folk, excitable tradesmen and frowning tract-pushers, on their way to the house, a lacy curtain provides an approximate skirt of modesty.

Until the wind cometh...

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