Recently, we gave our dear friend Maria Robledo a silver picture frame we’d had for many years. It was handmade and so beautifully and simply  wrought, we’d never put a glass or mat in it, or even a picture. We just propped it on our mantle and enjoyed its sculptural shape. In Maria’s hands, it became something totally else: a frame for still-lives: bouquets of flowers, pitchers, ANYTHING of beauty or interest. We’d never SEEN it that way…

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…but realize now that any free-standing picture whose back can be removed can to the same thing.