About the Reliquaries

We breeze by the ordinary things of life daily. The things that hold our lives together, literally, fade into the wallpaper and move seamlessly into the sub-music of our surroundings. The Muzak of reality. So a little respect please, if only for the moment you pass by these pieces. Give a little hushed reverence before these reliquaries, burn some incense, tap a cymbal. Then you can march on again. String, light, feathers, paper, dirt, a pencil, a piece of glass etc. All are fair game to be placed on the altar to be revered …for a moment[nggallery id=2]