I have extremely cooperative kids.
The early stages of creating captured digigraphs by piling objects on my scanner coincided with the girls experimenting with hair dye. As a substitute for expressing themselves through facial piercing, they were allowed to do anything they wanted with their hair. Our house became the dye parlor of the neighborhood, the bathroom filled with laughter, chatter and color.
Alexis and I were working outdoors one hot afternoon when I was startled by the beauty of the patterns created by Alexis and the worn paint on the shed. It all worked together: her eyes, her hair, her shirt straps, her flesh and the chipping paint.