He walked into my studio holding a yellow school bus-shaped pencil bag. When I asked what was inside his adult answered somewhat condescendingly, “what doesn’t he have in there”? I asked him if I could see, and the boy, who I imagined to be about six years old, eagerly proceeded to fumble with the zipper and opened the pencil bag to reveal myriad trinkets he had collected. I asked him which was his favorite & he immediately dug to the bottom & pulled out an owl-shaped watch, the wings of which opened to reveal the face. I showed him my drawer of special collage materials which he appreciated with both excitement, and restraint beyond his years. As I often say, it’s the small things….