In the hotel lobby, each day, this artist/craftsman unfolds two tables. He is dipping his brush into color and applying paint as I watch. When done with one color, he cleans his brush in a glass of water, wipes the residue off with a towel, then switches to another color on the bowl he is working on.  These little bowls are finely detailed. The one I purchase has turtles swimming on the inside. Any of these will look good on a coffee table and put conversation in motion. They make a good place for rubber bands, hard sweet peppermint candies, wandering coins.  An ancient God, playing flute, dances around the inside of another finished bowl.  Whether his muse is Gods, or money, is a question only he can answer? On the walls of his home he might have spectacular canvases of Incan jungles, ancient costumes, and wild untamed animals, or reproductions of Diego Rivera’s murals, posters of soccer stars, or photos of his wife, children and grandchildren. Modern urban life can take the spirit right out of you, if you aren’t vigilant.   
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