For my 50th birthday I give my self this print… almost tempted to write a dedication: ”To me, with love and compassion.”

The cardboard has aged into this yellow shade, another board covered it while standing outside and has left it’s mark on it. I forgot all about it and it just kept on living.

I realize it  will keep on aging with me, yellowing by the sun and oxygen, changing all the time, evolving uncontrolled into something I can’t anticipate.

Hey, it didn’t come out exactly as planned but it is what it is. It’s genuinely true, it’s authentic and in spite of staines, and wrinkles it is beautiful to me!