Dodging the MOVER who was there to load the truck, Michelle reached for the spray bottle at her WAIST. She quickly cleaned the table top. There, she thought with some satisfaction. It pained her that they were having to move; this place meant so much to her. It was here that they had built a family and a community. It was helping to apply her WHISK broom, her dust cloth. It felt like a wiping away of the old – each swipe of a cloth and push of the broom released shame and guilt into the atmosphere. Let this truly be a new start, she prayed, turning with satisfaction before starting on the next room.

Georg’ann

Coming off the woody TRAIL, Shirley is tired and hungry, lagging behind her mama but still with enough energy to play with the bits of sunlight that SHINE on her metal water bottle as she swings it around. At the spot where the path turns into a parking lot a lone banana sits on the pavement, as if it had been placed there just for her by the CHIMP fairy. She bends down to pick up this fortuitous snack and discovers no fruit, only an empty peel. Someone’s tidy attention to eating and random refuse art installation?

This empty banana peel opens the full display of 4 year old’s overly tired and hungry despair. Shirley begins to wail. Her mother, just opening the car door, turns and runs back to WHISK her up into loving arms. Carrying the sobbing sack, Shirley’s mother coos tender comforts. When they reach the car, she puts Shirley down and pulls out the snack pack containing animal crackers AND a banana. Sitting on the curb, Mother and daughter giggle as they pretend to be monkeys at a tea party.

Heather