mad in pursuit
| You can’t learn about old
beads by looking at them – not even by looking at them up close
through the glass in a museum case. Beads are made to be possessed, to
be pressed against the skin. To interact with. You don’t have to
be religious to imagine the spirit of the maker in each bead – a tiny
labor of love whether in stone or glass or clay – and then to feel the
exchange of electrons with every person who wore them during the past
hundred or a thousand or three thousand years. |