I have a handle and that tells you I have many uses. Block-printing on many surfaces with wet paint. Made of wood, my face is chiselled into a map of gardens, flowers, shrubs, lakes, building, roads, alleyways and palaces. I can be dipped in a combination of colours and literally stamped on to cloth. My finest feature is my design, engineered with channels that are carved into me so that paints can flow through. Sometimes I wonder if my maker wanted to create constellations by the fine wedging, and then reverted to cosmic gardens, or just playgrounds for melas. My sheer geometry teaches lessons in mathematics. The poetry of mathematics and counting, to get it exact. Did my collector see all this in me?