Aimee: My Teachers
this is what our little one said this morning when i tried to help her with something. she is our leader, the strategist, the tester, the fearless pistol.

this is how our older one spends her days, our dreamer, the experimenter, the one who consistently eats her ice cream cones from the bottom up while she gazes at the sky.

i’m not sure where i would be without either of them. they are my teachers.
some food for thought from my favorite ranter on how to play nicely in art and life.
Crossposted from Artsyville.













