Art Walk

This painting reminds me of adventuring the small wood behind my house when I was little. Most of the trees have since been cut down due to neighborhood expansion, but in its day it was something to marvel at. The other delinquent children and I would escape the clutches of television and parents and would run about this miniature forest; using our imagination to create alternate worlds of magic, noble quests, and royalty. In the fall, we would seek out the prettiest of the changing leaves and weave them into a bouquet, like flowers. I would sometimes bring mine home to give to my mom, but all she would do is shake her head at my dirty clothes, wild hair, and bloody knees. The bouquet usually ended up in the trash.