CHAPTER TEN
“Bric-a-brac,” the man muttered softly as he wandered through the Seeley Craft Gallery, pretending to enjoy the wares. In reality, he frowned upon most of what he saw on the shelves and tables—jewelry, quilts, ashtrays, flatware, candle holders, mugs, jars, pots, and similar objects, all of them handmade with varying degrees of expertise.
Personally, he didn’t approve of the notion that crafts of this sort could really be called art. Although some were skillfully made, he couldn’t see anything at all creative about them. Of course he considered skill important, even essential, but it should always be at the service of genius.
The truth was, he didn’t think very highly of the paintings and sculptures on display here either. The three-dimensional pieces were smooth, curving cr
