Need I say one thing? Isn't it all self-evident? Why would I not covet these ceramic heads that serve as planters extraordinaire? They are crafted in Caltagirone, Sicily, a town whose pottery appears to have a surfeit of these life size heads covered with clusters of grapes or lemons, faces with eyes focused on the far-away, each one ready to be filled with flowers or green plants. Often the males appear as dark skinned Moors, a slice of Sicilian history.
How these speak to me and how I wish to add them to my dinner table, stuffed with bouquets or forsythia sprays. Way weirder and more wonderful than platters and plates I lusted after this morning.