My teacher yelled out, Tim! She whisks down the aisle toward me. Startled, arms judder; knocking crayons from desk to floor. She slips on a rogue Crayola. She falls and is rolled out on a gurney. I repeat first grade.
(Photography, Painting, mixed media)
Bees wax mixed with dammar resin.
Pigment prints on mixed paper types.
Various detritus and yes, No crayons!
Art is my way of letting life know I do notice the little things; acknowledgement. Also, art is a fun way to puzzle out the questions I did not know to ask.