When I was living in India, buying antiques for an American company, I came across this cabinet in the back lot of one of my suppliers. I fell in love with it at first sight. The supplier told me that it was originally made as a cigarette vendors cart. At the time that I found it, all the glass doors were covered with tobacco advertisement stickers. In its middle section are cubbies made of old cigarette tins. The cabinet is handmade of teak, and there is an imitation radio built into the upper shelf. I've made it my shrine. It collects objects of prayer and power, blessings, and love poems. There are objects to venerate gods and ancestors, and objects to honor the dead. The shrine is ever-changing. Every so often old objects are put away, and new mementos are added. It resides in my studio.