The old spice box hanging above the altar in my studio had become an impromptu altar of its own.
On it, among other things, are the red doll shoes my friend Cindy gave me, sewing needles that I found in the bottom of a box of fabric that someone sent me with a note reading: Textiles from Jean Scott (her mother’s) needles from Uncle Franks Store, a Day of the Dead cat from our trip to New Mexico and Emily’s wistful collage which shows her feelings about Autumn. (and doesn’t that cat work nicely with Emily’s collage)
I’m not sure how each of these things made their way to the top of the spice box. But every one of them has a particular feeling for me. Some from people I have close relationships with and some from people I don’t even know.