Saturday, February 27, 2010
RANDOM 341 OBJECT
Old HINDU GODDESS Statue LAKSHMI Made of BRONZE COINS
How appropriate. This statue of Lakshmi, Goddess of Wealth, is made of old coins . . . mostly.
The face, hands and base are carved wood, but the bulk of it is stitched together coins.
Before we go any further, I should tell you she has a broken arm. You could repair it. It appears to be “all there.” I don’t know how it happened: Chariot wreck maybe.
For the rest of my life, when someone uses the phrase, “hanging on by a thread,” I’ll think of this statue. I’m bet you will too.
Oh no! Is she looking at something she’s written on the palm of her hand?!
A lot of people do that because there just isn’t anything much upstairs to draw on. In this case, Lakshmi is also missing her hand.
Maybe the coins are worth something on their own. I just don’t know.
RANDOM MINI RANT
senator bunning is a total asshole. and hypocrite. anybody who supported georgee at all has to STFU about fiscal restraint.
GFY bunning.
senator bunning is a total asshole. and hypocrite. anybody who supported georgee at all has to STFU about fiscal restraint.
GFY bunning.
Friday, February 26, 2010
RANDOM 341 OBJECTS
2 EASTER CHICKEN Antique CANDY CONTAINER 1 w Glass Eyes-$48
That big rascal is 8 ¼” long and 6” tall. The little one isn’t.
We’ll look and both up close so you can see that neither is perfect, yet each is a charming reminder of my least favorite holiday of the year.
When I first got it, the hen was glued down on the stiff paper, but when I swiveled around in my chair to put it on the photo table, I accidentally bumped it on the edge, and they separated. Naturally, when I have a little accident like that I immediately yell as loud as I can: “HAS SOMEONE BEEN MESSING WITH MY STUFF AGAIN?”
And I always hear the same reply from the kitchen: “Oh, shut up!”
Anyway, it’s not hurt, so just forget I even mentioned it. I can’t make much out of the mark, but I assume it’s from Germany. (Let’s move on to the big fat hen.)
First off, she’s had a nose wreck. Just ignore it or touch it up – At least that’s what I’d do. Once it’s yours of course, you can send it to the Louvre for restoration for all I care. It’s none of my bee’s wax at that point.
Doesn’t that look like the chicken in the opening scene of Stephen Hawking’s movie, A Brief History of Time?
The reason I dislike Easter so much has nothing to do with all the mythological stuff. It’s those danged little yellow marshmallow sugar chicks parents feed children during the Easter season. Those things eat a child’s soul and turn them into raging little destructive maniacs. (Oops. Sorry.)
