11x15" watercolor paper, fabric, photos, ephemera
My younger daughter (8) could swing for hours. When she was younger it was one of the places that granted instant calm, euphoria. When she was a toddler, in the baby swing, she would kick off her shoes and laugh when they fell at random. We have rhymes that we say when she swings. She likes me to push her, although she knows how to keep going once I give the first push. Legs out, up! Legs back, down.
Where is your happy place?