I was living in the Netherlands with my family. I was eleven years old. I was at a birthday party. On a wooded path in a neighborhood park we were split into teams to find a key, a doll, a piece of stained glass, and other enumerated items. In the woods? I could see no key, no doll. Not on first glance. Not on second. Not even on third. But eventually, we found them all.
Fun to search.
Very satisfying to find.
Today, another scavenger hunt: Find a dancer. In pigtails.
|The Rest of That Day Was a Confusion of Things|
4x5"; acrylic, India ink, collage, and pastel on paper