The Dove

“Art, like all rescue ships, is a shape-shifting ghost whose appearance depends on what we lack and what we long for.” — Enriqué Martinez Celaya

Essay by Karen Kasaba

Photo by Karen Kasaba

“Look.” My daughter, Kela, pointed toward the windshield of our rental car as we hugged the uphill curves of Mont Smith Drive, on the way to Spaulding House Museum in Honolulu. “There’s a bird.”