Today I rewrote a post, Breakfast, in which I was precisely what I railed against last week - unkind. An haughty spirit, indeed! Not, though, the figure below.
I first saw this bronze figure of a monk three years ago when as a member of an ASID committee I arrived at the event we'd arranged and this figure, seemingly the firm's talisman, captivated me. Then it was unavailable, but last week I was able to secure it and here it sits, temporarily, on the bench in the hall, too heavy for me on my own to lift, twenty-seven inches tall and with an expression of such trusting enquiry on its face - I hesitate to say his face, as the calvinist in me makes me wary of idolatry - I cannot but look at it every time I pass by. The figure has such presence, its almost haunting. There's no haughtiness in that monk's spirit.