
Watercolors and pen
I had a dream the other night about a corn-flake-hamster. I found it on the hiking trail behind the reservoir. It was only the size of a small mouse and sat in the pocket of my t-shirt. When a girl from my Southern Writers class broke off one of its paws (I guess she's a corn flake fanatic) it bled raspberry jam and cried frosting. Joanna and I want to build a sculpture version of it out of corn flakes and fake fur.