These are not only a child’s crayons, but my wife Patti Digh’s childhood crayons, crayons from when she was a little girl, crayons used by her 5-year-old chubby-fingered self, working away at her art-filled world.. Saved for years by her mother, Patti’s crayons now live here at home in a very tall chemistry beaker. Our younger daughter, Tess, wondered today why nobody used those crayons saying that we should use them to make something “interesting”. And so we did. The crayons are art in themselves, collectively and individually–the closer you look at each one of these beauties, the more you see that they hold their own histories of color.
