Ynotartblog's Blog

My small, silver digital camera that fits so nicely into the palm of my hand; that survives being tossed, dropped, dangled, and banged about from place to place; is a handy tool I have come to rely on. After laying out the cutouts, all I need to do is snap an image to record which cutout goes where. If a breeze, my elbow, a sneeze startles the cutouts to a new location, I have the digital image to reconstruct the arrangement. Being small pieces and easily led off track so to speak, this moving about and missing in action happens regularly. I can often be found hunting for little pieces of color on the floor or talking to myself: Where did it go? And, every time they move unintentionally, I take a new look and invariably make changes.