Finally after 34 days, the MAILART I sent to South Africa found its way all the way across the vast Atlantic and down to African winterland. I love imagining the route it took, the planes it flew on, and all the people that handled the plain brown package not knowing what lay inside. Hands over hands over hands. Passed along like a bucket of water on an old fire brigade.
The back is what I’ve been pasting onto the back of everything lately: vintage wallpaper. I worried when I bought all these rolls that I wouldn’t find a use for all of that paper. I HATE having supplies sitting around in my teeny tiny studio that don’t get used. No chance of that.
Today found me traipsing across downtown Los Angeles with my brood of galloping horsies. The MTA lets us ride for free. If you’ve never herded a group of 6 and 7 year-olds onto a crowded city bus I really recommend it at least once in your life.
There was lots of looking up and pointing. It was hard to convince the kids that all the smooth sloping concrete was not actually built for them to climb up and slide down.
One of the little fillies in the class wears leg braces. I was afraid the long city blocks would be too much for her. She kept saying over and over, “Miss Moss I’m not tired at all.”
The Central Library is BIG. It occupies an entire city block. The kids can’t comprehend the number of books that live inside these lovely massive walls.
The grounds of the library are stunning. Fountains that little kids think are watering holes for splashing and playing. This is one of the last shots I got before the security guard instructed me to put my camera away. “No Pictures.” he instructed me solemnly. “Why?” I asked, “Terrorist threats from second graders?”
Later on Vel, my right-hand man and wearer of my sunglasses on the trip, said worriedly, “Miss Moss that man said you can’t take pictures.” I winked at him.
On the way home we stopped at a few gorgeous sculptures to admire the surrealistic views. The men and women who make their living downtown can’t possible dig this lovely pool as much as my brood. I enjoyed seeing the faces of all the business men in dark suits smile broadly at the kids as we walked by. A bit of delight in their morning.