Tag: Phoenix

Window to the Past / Roxanne Swentzell / 1999 / Bronze 

At the Heard Museum, Phoenix, Arizona. 

I love this sculpture of a woman contemplating her connection to her ancestors in a single bead. I relate to the experience. I keep a shadow box on my wall, displaying bits of my ancestor’s belongings: my grandfather’s dice, my mother’s baby eyeglasses, a buffalo nickel that my father saved, my grandmother’s schoolyard whistle – little emblems of lives lived before my own. They are worthless things, except for their magic, the traces of the spirits of the people who held them before me.  

Window to the Past / Roxanne Swentzell / 1999 / Bronze 

At the Heard Museum, Phoenix, Arizona. 

I love this sculpture of a woman contemplating her connection to her ancestors in a single bead. I relate to the experience. I keep a shadow box on my wall, displaying bits of my ancestor’s belongings: my grandfather’s dice, my mother’s baby eyeglasses, a buffalo nickel that my father saved, my grandmother’s schoolyard whistle – little emblems of lives lived before my own. They are worthless things, except for their magic, the traces of the spirits of the people who held them before me.