* Studio Angel ...

Before I show you my beautiful Studio Angel ... I want to talk about the moon, la Luna.  I'm pretty sure I'm in love with her.  I know I can't keep my eyes of her.  Her beauty makes me weak.  Her ability to suspend herself above us and accept the fact she is shining and gorgeous because of the reflection of someone else -- that big guy in the sky, 'el sole', amazes me.  Last night la Luna was in her full glory.  She shone down on me with dignity and grace.  The night was bright because of her.  I was comforted.

In my house, I enjoy symbols which remind me there is something bigger out there than little old me.  Something I try to understand, knowing deep down, the real workings of the universe are so huge, I will never comprehend the details.  Yesterday while I was at the market stocking up on mail art goodies, a little voice called to me from the corner.  There she was, sitting on the shelf, wanting to come home with me.  The perfect Angel for my studio.  She is sooooo Mexican.  She is sooooo Perfect for my play room.  I brought her home. We are both delighted.  I'm trying to pry a name out of her, however, so far she is not telling.  Last night while I was taking her photo, I noticed for the first time she is a little crooked, a little less than perfect, or perhaps totally perfect.  I can relate to that and I love her more for it.  A 'little off' ... just like me.  ;o)

Isn't she lovely?  Even has the Frida above the lip thing goin' on. 

"Philosophers have argued for centuries about how many angels can dance on the head of a pin, but materialists have always known it depends on whether they are jitterbugging or dancing cheek to cheek." ~ Tom Robins