i get paid on friday...
i 'm going straight to the store to buy supplies... canvas, paint, ink, glue sticks, wire, caulk, film. i wish it were summer, there is nothing better than found materials. rummaging through garbage for the right piece of wood, or the most beautiful piece of broken glass you've ever seen. what happens next? another letter, more small pieces of me. a gift, perhaps. you'll see.