Terri Saulin Frock
“The peculiar grace of a Shaker chair is due to the fact that it was made by someone capable of believing that an angel might come & sit on it.”
When I first moved into my old house, everything that was falling down was buttressed with scrap wood, tied up with nude colored, nylon stockings, and lovingly buttered with concrete. The supported structures were a mysterious and curious extension to the architectural landscape. My neighbors Quintina and Mario were alchemists who could build or fix anything with a piece of string.
In the “Shaker” spirit, I imagine a tiny wasp-worker making imaginary homes for important collections of memories.