I took some drawings I did of my cousins (Kady and Lily) and turned them into little silk screens. Kady takes thousands od selfies and beauty shots all the time while Lily hates having her picture taken. (teenagers, ugh)
Each of these photos captured them in different ways and I see them as framed in time, some place between adult and child. a limbo which I'm not willing to accept quite yet. It makes me feel old and out of the loop.
The woodblock says "stay gold," a direct reference to Ponyboy, Johnny and all those other guys from The Outsiders by S. E. Hilton. The words were taken from the Robert Frost poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay
The poem is about innocence and losing it as you get older and your golds turn green. That poem has always stuck with me and seems to fit this situation for me.
Enough chatter, time for photos.