Deborah Semel Demirtaş

I think I am doing a Bach thing, or a jazz thing (a blue thing), riffing on the pavement.

The torn up, still lying there, chunky chunky, pavement.

Hey, art moves slowly… just like the municipality… which means even though the rains have ceased, I had my choice of pavement chunks to add to The Little Book of Pavement…

So now, here’s a question:

When people ask, “What do we need to bring to the workshop?” I say things like, “Paper, ruler, mat knife…”

How can I convey the need for extraordinary things, like bits of asphalt?