|I've long admired those whose belief system or religion or long practice|
leads them to serene contemplation in this busy world.
The column of floating bubbles is a beautiful thing, but needed to find a place.
More pernickety woodwork:
A column of three kitchy little drawers in a box, with figures of fishes set behind glass.
What do you DO with a thing like that, except wait until there's an assemblage that needs it?
Unless, of course, you use it to keep fishing lures in.
But a perfect size for the bubble thing.
I sawed the fronts off the drawers and pushed them to the back.
Sawed a curved bite out of the shelves.
Made the magic to hold a glass top without using glue.
But all a bit stark and empty.
The old turned wood spiral had been waiting for years, perfect when split.
And the back cut from a sheet of lovely wood, with, of course, a Buddhist sacred figure
which had been beautifully chiselled from extremely hard wood.
A challenge to put it all together securely, with none of the screws showing.