When I was a small boy, my working-class maternal grandmother, born in 1900 London, so just a Victorian, would proudly refer to her collection of small decorative objects in her Brentford accent as her "objidaa". It wasn’t until I was well into this project that I realised that she was taking about her objets d'art.
They gleam pure and white in the clear sunlight. They are radiant with beauty, though of frail and common material.
Last updated December 2020