Sunday, 23 January 2011
Yesterday I had dinner with my parents. They asked me if I wanted the little faun pictured above as a gift.
I remember it always beeing in our home. It´s not a fantastic piece of art, nor is it´s details very clear. But I remember beeing fascinated by it. It always sat playing it´s horn in a bookshelf, my parents used it as a bookend.
Apparently it is part of a lamp! This particular lamp used to hang in my grandmother´s livingroom. It had four fauns playing horns. But one day it fell down from the ceiling (no wonder, this little faun is very heavy!). The outcome was two fauns broken and one faun lost it´s horn. My little faun was the only one that survived the drop without damage.