Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Babysitter

I made this piece for a silkscreening class.  It may be hard to tell, but the dots that make up the grayscale are all tiny, hand-drawn hearts (hand cramp).  I was fondly remembering my babysitter Katie, who spent her entire babysitting hours sitting at our kitchen table chain-smoking cigarettes and talking about boyfriends.  I loved Katie.  She was so light-hearted.  And kind.    Soon after, Katie was replaced by her sister Colleen who was kinda mean and scolded me for wetting the bed during my parents' divorce.  Boy did I miss Katie.

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