I visited New Orleans long before Katrina, and the views of shabby facades in the Quarter with hints of secret elegance stay with me even now. Here's a pendant that evokes those memories, of very humble parts that add up to a lovely, louche, mysterious whole, a tribute to N'Orlins, the Big Easy where an artist can practice and share, live and love. Long may we have her as our sweet refuge. Let's keep those Saints marching in.
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| Whiskey (Bourbon, of course) bottle cap with lens, cigar box label, wire, cracked crystal bead |
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| On the back, a fragment of a poem |
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