Apricot Grenades

In preparation for the three day workshop I have been thinking about the past and looking for symbols.  I am experimenting with ink on mineral paper.

This is a memory of being in Brenna’s backyard.  We are at war with an imaginary foe. Apricots are our hand grenades.  We launch them over the back and side fence. Brenna lives next to the convent. We hear Sister Noreen’s disapproval. She yells for us to stop and get over to her backyard with a paper bag to pick up all of the apricots, even the ones that just simply fell from the tree into the yard.