Today was the first day of my twentieth year as a high school special education teacher, the "real" job that funds my art habit. It seems the word is out that I've become obsessed with assemblage art because Candy, one of my teaching colleagues, left me an old mantel clock and a reproduction wall phone. Possibilities for both are bouncing around in my skull as I write this, but I'm really chompin' at the bit to gut that clock and get my assemblage on. Thanks, Candy, for thinking of me.
The (sometimes mad) ramblings of a mixed media artist.