"There is something I want to show you.”
Caydance and her always-in-motion friend, Edelira, had pulled chairs over to the worktable. and were sitting side by side directly in front of the place where the book-object-without-a-key lay in a cleared space on the studio table.
"Beautiful no. But it has presence," Edelira observed.
"Yes, it is not a work of art to be ignored. As if there is some meaning that I have as yet not discovered, some secret that I have to unravel. But also, some fear of what is on the part of the accordion fold tail/tale that descends into this locked box."
"If I were you, I would take it to a locksmith."
"The lock is deeply embedded in the painted wood, and it is surrounded by hand-painted images. I do not know of a locksmith who could work with this object."