Monday, February 12, 2007
Here is another sewn paper painting...mostly boarding passes. I was thinking of one of my uncles and his traveling invitations. We just got back, a little while ago, from South Africa. While we were there, every evening, at dusk, I liked to make sure he had his cocktail. With my kids, the cousins, my husband and all the chaos involved in moving a crowd, I was sure he was in danger of being overwelmed. So getting him his evening scotch was the least I could do. We might be traveling again...he seems a glutton for punishment. I wish I could say more, but it is a sweet secret.