Offering

So this isn't colored pencil either:(  But I loved doing it.  I love collage.  I have trouble focusing on one thing.  It's my daughter's five year old hand...She's now 26.  Made from plaster years ago when her dad and I were still together.  How did it survive so many moves?  Then, the background that looks like snow?  It's from the school where I teach.  The plastic protector on the Rizo machine....left on the table when someone changed the ink roll.  So beautiful...acquired about five years ago.  And, the seashell?  From a trip to Graeland, Washington three years ago.  It all came together now.  With a verse from Rumi...cut apart...about the here and now.