And roaming upon 17th Avenue I pop into Rubaiyat, a store I've long neglected since moving out of the hood. For a couple of reasons, not least the fact that generally they're out of my budget and I've a locker full of beautiful things that I have no place to enjoy.
There's the discovery of wonderful, needful, things; a portable chandelier upon a tripod, rude wood bowls out of tree burls, Silver cuff links with Haida motifs, I like them all but the Raven would definitely be my totem. And they've a man counter, with male accessories, giant rings for those so inclined, more cuff links with manly motifs out of Mississippi numbered nails and other found objects thoughtfully re-purposed, large gems, hip flasks and other accessories, I'm not buying but I've just burned through another million dollars yet to be earned, who do I know that would like these as gifts?...
And finally there are the jellyfish paperweights, marvels in their own right, translucent, vaguely fluorescent, luminescent, millefiori barnacles and corals, blown with Uranium or some such radioactive tints, price tags carefully hidden, (and this where the $3000 price tag on the wood bowl is gleefully displayed), Satava Art Glass (follow the link, look for the Jellyfish). long tentacles, nestled domes, spun patterned tentacles, they seem to pulsate within the confines of the glass globes, I need these for my desk, these are the objects of inspiration I've been missing...
