Ballard academy of art
Lunch at Swansons
Dreidel song, by ookala
My dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I maid if out of air
And when I came to spin it
It wasn’t really there.
My dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I maid if out of mud
And when I came to spin it
It landed with a thud.
My dreidel, dreidel, dreidel,
I maid if out of water
And when I came to spin it
It splashed all over my father.
Halloween 2013
art
“salad”
clay on paper
dancing on the beach
playing with the train from deda.
another day, another game
