The windowsill gallery in my office was backlit today by the strong afternoon sun, and the colored glass bottles Maria put in there lit up the corner of the desk behind one of my muse statues, a strong and beautiful woman of indeterminate past. We put up a shade to keep sun muted and my desk is 250 years old, farm kids were born on it. I think the world is a gallery, if you look at it that way.
23
July
The Windowsill Gallery: My Desk
by Jon Katz