One time when I was seven, my sister found a black crayon and drew all over my wall.
“It’s fine, Shhh.” (That’s all of ‘Shelly’ she could manage.)
I was upset. Very upset. She ruined my perfect beige-colored wall that matched my perfect colored comforter. Okay, so maybe life wasn’t that tough at age 7…
Yesterday, my friend David, put a frame on the back of the storage shed at Conjunctured.
Now I want you to ruin my beige-colored wall. I want you to make art.
Use Sharpies. Sprinkle glitter on it. Paint it bright colors. Cover it with stickers. I don’t care. Just make it fun.
It’s okay this time, I promise.
