laps in the packing peanuts
Originally uploaded by Dancing Crow.
The pieces returned from the (sadly failed) gallery came home in this ENORMOUS box. Once the art was out, and the pillows of air (think monster bubble wrap) the box was still half full of what an old coworker called ghost turds. Alice, channeling her cousin’s delight in packing peanuts, fell into the box with squeaks of delight. After some joyful thrashing around, she settled in with a book, remarking “it is kind of like an insideout beanbag chair.”
Aerin, lacking all dignity when fun is possible (an admirable trait in a 16 year old when personal dignity can sometimes severely crimp one’s fun quota) fell into the box head first, and did some cheerful thrashing of her own.
The art remains bubble wrapped and is now resting quietly in my studio, having had a nice vacation in Wisconsin. Anyone needing a large piece for a Christmas present, let me know, and we’ll work out a deal.
Lee Thomson 