As a small child, I dreamt of running away from home. Escape. My friend Ally shared this dream with me, and we would play, “run away,&rduo; time and time again. We would carefully pack doll clothes, stuffed animals and snacks for the journey. I had an old red carry-on bag with a tray inside. Ally had a hobo stick and a bandana.
Bags in tow, we’d head for the door, saying goodbye to her mother on our way out. “Have a nice time,” she’d reply, immediately followed by, “Don’t cross the road.” Around and around the block we’d walk, waving to Ally’s mother each time we passed the house.
“Escapes” commemorates those journeys. Fabricated and cast from sterling silver, copper, hair, optical lenses, and paper, it holds a bunny brooch, earrings with secret messages on the back and a tiny book.
Copyright © 2008, Amy Johnston