OBSERVING THE LATE-BLOOMING ZINNIAS....AND THE MEMORY ASSOCIATIONS FROM THE LABYRINTH OF CHILDHOOD

I remember, as a boy, my grandmother asking me to fold some mauvey-pink paper napkins for a croquet party......i opted to spend hours folding the little cocktail napkins into calla lily shapes and clustering them into a giant zinnia.......Grandpa's dog, Rex, rolled over onto a folding leg of the samsonite card table upon which I was creating this project ........it was like Alice in Wonderland's collapsing cards....fifty flat, pink napkins lying on the grass.......the older i get, the more fragments of the past float through my consciousness.