Chunky Berber jewelry is one of the many Moroccan charms that drew me toward Marrakech. Now I have the luxury of spending time with my very own (again and again). My wonderful traveling companions for Moroccan Sketchbook will remember my covetous glee when I returned from the souks with my Berber "necklace". (Necklace in quotation marks because it weighs about 5 lbs.-in reply to my raised eyebrows when I hefted it the shop keeper offered "maybe more like home decor".) Today I thrashed out a 36"x36" study of it, the watercolor coming afterwards. One of these years I will go to the Atlas mountains to discover the origins of these beads for myself.
If you look closely you can see our copy of The Mysterious Caravan in which the Hardy Boys go to Marrakech on the table at right and, at the far left my cardboard spaceship and get-a-way vehicle for when painting gets rough.