Thinkin’

Inspiration:

One of my boys once wrote that his brother was “stoopid” (on furniture, in sharpie!). I absolutely love that! I love the irony of it, and the childhood innocence. I like writing about childhood and naiveté, perhaps because the loss of both is tragic. We don’t have to lose our childlike love of the world and our ability to play. And the fact of the matter is, we are all profoundly more “stoopid” than we realize. At least, I is.

 

Medium:

Pigmented ink pen and colored pencils.