with dry sunny weather
I find myself working inside and out
the sun dries my wet pages
and seals collaged elements quickly
I run from one small joy
to the next
as little folks pop out of paint puddles
thinking a lot these last few days
about the process
in making stuff
why we make the choices we do
wondering
as certain compositions and images recur...
I found a little box of saved grocery receipts
circa 1914
and a wingwalker
and one thing led to another...
xox - eb.