When I was at my childhood home recently, I had the chance to peruse the attic. My mom, for better or worse, has saved every piece of my artwork. I came across a drawing in a "book" that I made eons ago. I'm thinking I was 7 or 8? I had just finished working on a trapeze spread for Buglette (below). It really makes me believe that some images are just in our DNA. Perhaps it's time for me to take my trapeze lessons? :)
