Silver Bowl c. 1936

Hester Duany's "Silver Bowl" emerges softly in graphite on paper. The piece feels like a love letter to the craft of silversmithing. I imagine Duany, pencil in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration. She’s chasing the light as it glints off the silver. Each line, each shadow, meticulously rendered. What was she thinking as she drew those tiny repeating spheres? Did she get lost in the pure meditation of it all? There’s a real tenderness in her touch, a patience that seeps into every curve. It makes me think about Agnes Martin and her subtle grids. The way she found infinity in the smallest of gestures. Duany’s bowl is a similar kind of devotion – the beauty found in the everyday, elevated by the artist’s unwavering focus. It's about slowing down, appreciating the details, and finding joy in the act of seeing.