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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