This journal page was done over 10 years ago in an Artist Journal Swap. I just found it again.
When I was a little girl, the only piece of chicken that I was given to eat was the wing. My mom told me if I ate the wing, when I got older I would surely fly. I used to practice all the time by putting a towel around my neck and running real, real, fast waiting for the wind to pick me up.
5 comments:
Boy, parents will tell their kids anything, won't they? I love the story and you in your yellow towel. That's a very nice collage. I like the 3 different kinds of images. The words mean a lot too. I see you are still going through things in your craft area. Are you making any headway?
I love the expressions of your girls! Fantastic!
Love, Love, Love your work Brenda!
I love this piece.
Blessed memory. Precious collage
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