In the studio I am surrounded by junk. All sorts of stuff that has crossed my path.
It settles into it's new home as though it had grown there.
Seeing it makes me happy.
Even though I may not notice it every day.
Paper sushi for the afterlife from a trip Kerrie H. took, to Vancouver- not the afterlife.
One of the things I like about this junk is that it all has a life of it's own. One day it will be in a thrift store waiting to go to it's next life with someone else.