six years? really?

for six years i’ve been creating some kind of daily composition. sometimes it’s just a single object. (but should it be centered? on one of the 1/3 grid lines? bleeding off the page? pointing up? pointing sideways? pointing diagonally? right side up? upside down? crumpled? flat? casting a shadow?) sometimes, unbelievably, i even try to arrange multiple objects. but it never, ever gets easier. ever. six years. and i begin each composition as an infant, learning by trial and error how to pick up that single cheerio between my thumb and index finger, then slamming my palm down on my high-chair tray in frustration, and trying to pick up the cheerio again.

assemblage of found nature bits