Yup. Its real.
I awoke on a half-deflated air mattress to Derek shaking me and saying – ‘Everythings gonna be alright. Wake up. Oh, and hey… she’s got a piece of mine around here somewhere, but i can’t find it.’ Off he went to gaze at everything around him. Honestly, he was like a kid in a candy store.
Indeed – everything was fine. My sleepy eyes came into focus and i sat straight up staring at dozens of wood objects – spoons, bowls, forms & function – there were SO many. It teased the eye to glance sideways.
I wandered off toward the only bathroom that i could remember from last nights whirlwind tour. There was a line… of course. Too sleepy to find the next one – I stood there in the hallway, opened my eyes a little wider and saw a bunch of simply framed letters on the wall. I looked closer. It was a thank you note. From Ronald Reagan. Yup – the 40th president of the United States. And theres one from another president – and another… multiple Presidents have thanked the Breslers. Wow. Obviously, we were being hosted by loyal Americans.
On my way out of the bath, i made a wrong turn. I found myself inside a personal office. ‘Whoops…’, I turned around. But as I did… my whirling eye caught sight of a melting clock. Whaaaa??? Within the sketch, I saw an infinitely weird character holding a melting clock and looking off into the distance.
The signature confirmed it, but i looked closer. Yup. Double-Wow.
Did you know, that Salvatore Dali is one of the most ripped off artists in art history? But there it was – before my very eyes. I have seen the pencil marks upraised on paper. Simple sketches from a genius …or a mad man.
And then I took another look around. There it was… sitting on display in a beautifully furnished office – amongst Dali sketches – a genuine “face” carved by Derek Weidman. Amongst all the objects about the place – it was like a treasure hunt! I couldn’t wait to tell Derek where I found it.
Heading back to the hallway, past beautiful baskets and tiny silver works, complimented by the occasional large sculpture, I turned into the kitchen and found Fleur talking with several of the residents. A scrumptious continental breakfast lay about on the counters and we began to pick Fleur’s brain about her ideas and experience. While it was a rare experience to be hosted in such a wondrous place as this, we simply wanted to know more from the person who made it so.