Rosie took something that was mine without asking, and she meant no malice, but I can’t get it back and it went away unappreciated, unloved. I cherish things, it’s a characteristic that makes me who I am. For better and worse, she doesn’t. So I set up a still life, hoping maybe there were some lessons inside it about attention, about care and mindfulness and really seeing.
Rosie’s beautiful drawing:
And the parallelogram left over after the still life was gone: