Ah, the task of sorting….. takes me back to my toddler years. We sorted by shape, by color, by type, by size- for hours.
Now I’m back to sorting. It is a mindless activity for a 100-degree day. The street sweepings I collected are becoming a pile of asphalt-covered gravel, a pile of uncoated gravel, a pile of crash glass, and some miscellaneous leaves, twigs, and dust which get returned to the earth.
This pile becomes…
Tedium in the name of art.