If you turn Loretta upside down, you see the letters "PKS," and it is here that my imagination is captured. Somewhere in Yugoslavia, the artisan PKS carefully crafted this whimsical little snake out of clay, rolled it up, made the tiny hat and sunglasses and then with a brush, painted on various colors of glaze and fired it up in a kiln. How old was PKS when she did this? Was PKS a man? Was the making of trinkets like this a big part of PKS's income? The day came when Loretta was finished: fired, cooled and ready to go. She sat out in a stall with many others just like her while tourists went by, barely giving her a glance. An American named Lisa stopped at the shop, looking for something to bring home and give to one of her supporters. She spoke to PKS in halting Serbian, picking up Loretta, who at that time was not covered with the grime and dust of years (let's use the word "patina" instead - so artsy!). "How much?" Not one to haggle, she paid PKS the asking price and brought Loretta back to the United States with her. And now, through Loretta, I have this thin, trailing connection to Yugoslavia, to an artist there, whose hands have traveled the world. PKS, I salute you!
Do you see a man skilled in
his work?
He will stand before kings;
He will stand before kings;
He will not stand before
obscure men.
Proverbs 22:29
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