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bag memories

A sketch of a memory that has haunted me all my life. I’ve never been able to separate whether or not this is something I saw, or imagined, or whether it’s stayed static or grown with with me, but one way or another it is seeded in one of my earliest memories.

With luck such graceful flights of the plastic bags will become a thing of the past…

A tree stump with a plastic bag pulling in the wind