|Ceramic sculptures by Midori Takaki. Additionally, see Elsa Mora's post.|
We are enchanted by whatever enchants us. All our senses take up the cause of reaching a maximum state of besottedness, whether with art, fashion, flavor, sound or the cooler-than-the-air-temperature water of a plastic wading pool. Scent will carry me into another dimension or previous lifetime, its magic every bit as potent now as then, or here as there. It could be an herb, flower or example of the parfumier's art. It could be the dust of chalk or ancient wallpaper or the long-held bit of clothing from a departed other.
Gaze into the eyes of a Takaki sculpture. They don't look at you but rather beyond. We encounter them, not as ghosts, more as realizations, aspects of beauty and self not often contemplated. A capacity for stillness which we thought beyond our power.