
| BURLINI S T U D I O |
| A cherub's face in white stone frowns from his deteriorating shelf above a curious keyhole. All is warm, but in dry parchment color except for the gloriously purple iris on a stem that stands growing and independent. The motto on the wall, the title, meets the stem's shadow-a connection between the fading background and the living flower. Burlini's familiar bouncing ball implies some motion, some sound. An armed angel, hardly present, seems a forlorn and minor sentinel. |