The Color of the Desert
The color of the Arizona desert is not brown or taupe or saguaro green. Nor prickly pear ruby red, nor eggplant Superstition purple, or even the color of the golden omnipresent sun. It is turquoise. A vibrant series of hues found in backyard swimming pools, jewelery boxes, the canal system around the major cities, wildflowers in March and the early morning sky.
And my new piece of copper art, with a perfect patina:
A friend of mine who I worked with at the health department years ago sent this piece of art my direction this week from Tucson. She’d received a pair from the artist as a gift and would I like it?
Oh, would I.
Turquoise will always remind me of my Grandmother Maxine and the many happy days we have spent together. She too lives in Tucson. I will forever cherish this piece and am so thankful to Tara for sending it my way.
This likely isn’t its permanent home. Yet, I love this little table for the quirky (and off kilter) collection of art that makes me smile. A piece of pottery from Malawi nestled between baskets. An African carving from a friend’s grandmother. A set of South African baskets. A Peruvian woman made of clay, holding a book in one outstretched arm. An iron antlers candelabra made in Colorado. A vintage green handprinted scarf. A framed photo of my lovely elephants. An Irish cross. And now, a piece of my desert.
Thank you, T. It’s simply perfect.