I remember a trip between London and New York during my college years. Because of air traffic control complications my flight got rerouted to Bangor, Maine, where we sat on a runway for four hours until we were cleared to continue to Kennedy. Might have been in 1969 when about 500 members of the Professional Air Traffic Controllers Organization stayed home "sick" causing air service interruptions.
I can appreciate air traffic controllers' demands for reasonable pay and decent working conditions. I have so many art ideas in the air circling my studio—it's a fearsome job keeping them all accounted for so they can land safely before they run out of fuel.
The leftovers of Emmy's and my collages from Valentine's Day have been in a holding pattern for ten days.
But Emmy's tidbits were cleared to land today!
I took a few paper hearts cut while in VA, cut a few new ones, and set about playing with them. Decided to continue my experiments with manila stock, wax and oil pastels, hairspray as fixative, and matte medium as both varnish and adhesive. Made another paper prayer.
On the back, these words from Rosellen Brown's novel Before and After: