The kambodian buddha leaves me not only speechless, but also sleepless. Which is a horror. I have a lot of nightmares those days, and hallucinations because I am too overly tired. Enough for my personal whining, there is yet another terrible news:
I went to the library yesterday to fetch the catalogue I ordered. It was a catalogue I already knew, but I needed to re-check some details from pages which I didn’t copy. Actually, I wanted to check how WL described the crown-like ornament on the buddha’s head.
This morning, sleepy, armed with my favorite yoghurt and an engery drink…. I randomly opened the book, it flapped open on pages 147/148.
I think if there had been another person in the room, she or he would have laughed on my shocked face…
There, cat no. 63, sat a bronze buddha… just like mine, with a tiny cone sitting on tha dhyana-mudra, jewellery… the face and detail, all came pretty close to mine. Which would not have been this shocking, since there’s a lot of this kind. But the gold cover was in good condition… and I have always wanted a similar piece in gold because I saw tinytiny pieces of it on mine and was unsure if there would be a similar one.
Urnghhh…