We love this skeleton of a picture frame hung pictureless on a wall. As we gaze into its empty space, we find ourselves imagining all sorts of things while we enjoy its austere shape. Picture frame as magical objet.
It reminded us of an old silver frame we gave to artist Maria Robledo years ago. It was handmade and so beautifully and simply wrought, we’d never put a glass 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.
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