12” x 12”
Acrylic on panel (framed)
 
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Down the street, at the bottom of the hill we grew up on was one of the best places in my childhood universe to play. We called it the "crick”. We know it now as a runoff that rarely had much water unless we had a heavy summer rain but that didn’t interfere with all the games we played there- find the fish, cross the log without falling, hide and seek, kiss a boy. Sometimes when I went there by myself I daydreamed about the water and all the life teeming in it. The crick was our treasure and its pleasures endless.