Impressive Ivory

I often favor this shade of white, which I have here called ivory, over the more pure whites. It seems to fit better with my faded memories of Christmases past. But I don’t have the best color memory, so maybe it’s something else, like random synapse firings. Hey, speaking of random, did you know that sharks can’t blink their eyes? Seriously, though: the restrained deployment of color on this piece confers a stately beauty. Lofty words, perhaps, but I’m a lofty fellow.