Ephemeral Art,

or, a greeting across time.

My children surprise me, sometimes. ---Well, that is one of the gifts of being a parent. Having read so many stories of parents who projected their own dreams upon their children, I presumed that any I had wouldn't be interested much in art---I figured they'd go for sports or business or something for which I have little passion. As it happens, neither do they, and f2tY enjoys art---and so does f2tE, though performing over visual.

But neither one can stand to have me teach them. "You make it so boring, Mom!" or some variant is generally what I hear. So I've learned to accept whatever art they make that comes my way, and it often is quite non-traditional.

thread, yoga mat. April of 2006.

And, like their childhoods, ephemeral.

photo 20060414, file created 9apr08.