You two bloomed  gracefully even when the sky turned grey and the spring day was as cold as February  fear did not overshadow you. I hear you guiding my steps.    

  This is Piglet.     With her grey curls, which was a thing back then, because she is not that old. Her eyebrows are so hip now. How did she know? A seductive echelle, blue-ribbon untied, what was she…

  The painter captures the moment. Giving a glimpse of the story that unfolds before his eyes. The small details set up the atmosphere, a book with a page being turned, an empty china teacup, an apple that sits near…

Miniature portraits catch my attention as much as everything else that is old does. I have a Brocante Bug badly as you know. The miniature portrait that I am mostly attracted to are the ones that aren't raving beauties but…

      A porcelaine gilded and painted needle case. Why? Because needlework was an art, and the wealthy had beautiful objects to hold their tools. Sort of like who has the latest iPhone, or designer purse, or what car…