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<\/a><\/p>\nThe assembly atop the refrigerator, hardly noticed most of the time.<\/p>\n
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An heirloom from my grandfather’s mother with her name on it. My Brought back from a little shop in Spain, here on one of our continually used old office chairs.<\/p>\n A classic shape from the 50’s, spotted by Anne in a thrift shop in Toledo, Oregon on one of our art-making retreats.<\/p>\n An African find, discovered on a solo excursion to Seattle, on the wharf.<\/p>\n Another find when Anne wasn’t along, bought in Germany, though the bottle originally from Amsterdam . . . here on our dining room table in front of a set of doors from Bali.<\/p>\n From Portugal, along with a whole set of dishes passed along from Anne’s mother. All never used, but too good to discard. Do you know that problem?<\/p>\n Another from Anne’s mother, a Spode of Gloucester, England. The candle snuffer we got in Mexico and the wall ceramic we brought back from Papua New Guinea. The granite counter, river-rock from Brazil.<\/p>\n (Foreground) Another from a Toledo, Oregon thrift shop (behind) from Holland, from Anne’s mother, through her sister.<\/p>\n Anne thinks I got this one, but I don’t remember where. I do remember finding the figurine on a trip to Cape Verde, Africa.<\/p>\n (Left) unknown origin, (right) from a road-side stop in Guatemala, along with two matching cups which we used, and broke, over time.<\/p>\n From Spain, with inscription: Sangria, Hosteria del Laurel Sevilla.<\/em><\/p>\n We came across this Bedouin tea pot while in Jericho, here among relics of various other trips and places.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Neither of us can remember how we have this one. I remember painting it once, when I’d just begun. Here, it’s perched on our outdoor Oregon table with rooster from Old Town, San Diego.<\/p>\n The label was still on this when I got it, but I don’t remember where. It’s more like an oil can, which is what I use it for, vegetable oil, for removing oil paint off hands, here in the studio clean-up area with more relics and shelves of reclaimed wood.<\/p>\n Finally, the one pitcher Anne does use, again, from my mother. Actually it was a gift from Anne to her, but came back to us when she died. Here, looking through out to the back patio and garden.<\/p>\n “Silver Pitcher and Peppers,” oil on canvas, 11’x14.” Painted last week, with no real justice given to that “Anna” pitcher, but it’s an impression.<\/p>\n<\/a>mother got it and saved it for Anne.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n