Mr Breton sends spring wishes.

{Mr Breton sends spring wishes.}

Dear you,

Sometimes I take great delight in small moments of everyday rebellion. I like to walk out of public restrooms with my paws unwashed much to the horror of the mothers nearby who are in the process of showing their children how to clean their hands properly. I like to shake my fallen hairs onto the neat person sitting beside on the tram. And I like to cross the road on the red man to the obvious displeasure of dog owners and parents trying to teach their canines and children a little road safety awareness. Such things may be small but the pleasure I derive from going against the norm and not being ‘conventional’ and ‘acceptable’ and ‘proper’, the pleasure it is huge. So long as no harm comes, I am content with this. It is one of the great joys of spring.

Yours, unruly, but not all bad,
X

(You are most welcome to comb through all Dear You correspondence to date in its own special home.)

+ Last three days in the gallery (The above postcard collage of mine is one of 464 works arranged by colour currently on display at Geelong Gallery before returning to the shoebox Monday morning.)