Stepdad Drank My Homework

I was asked to contribute to my first art show, and spent five days in a bouquet of hot glue, 3M multimedia spray, and vintage Playmates instead of Pet-Nat.

I already had the wine
I was going to write about this week.
It’s been in my fridge for a while—
a bottle I’d been meaning to get to.
But I drank it on a string of late nights,
making five new collages
in five days;
for an art show in Minneapolis.
It’s the first time my art has ever
been asked into a show.
The first time it’s ever been sold.

I was asked to be part of this show last weekend. For a show this weekend.

These collages were made in a pressure cooker of time—but honestly, that’s when I do some of my best work (shoutout to my fellow ADHD kids).

I don’t like it. I’ve spent most of my adult life trying to change this about myself. But I can’t, and I’ve come to accept it.

So, in a creative sprint—many sleepless nights later—I made what I truly believe are some fun collages. Each one was made with intention, reflecting something about Minnesota, Minneapolis, or at least the Midwest, in its own way.

While two of the collages I made I didn’t get photos of because they were gifts and I was too b…