Acrylic and mixed media on birch cradleboard
16 x 12″
Yes, the famous back alley where I first learned to run the streets.
I mean literally.
I would take off my shoes and walk or run up and down the back alley in my bare feet. I had this
idea that tough soles gave you a tough persona and by running on the rocks, this would achieve
that goal. It was only until I climbed the fence in the back of our yard, struck my leg on a long,
rusty nail and then had to jump down in the alley with all the rocks, did I put my shoes back on.
My mom was pretty mad because I had to get a tetanus shot and we didn’t have a car to get to
the doctors office.
I still have that scar on my left leg.