A. Zahara

At the age of three I surreptitiously absconded with my mother’s China red nail polish, then indecorously, yet enthusiastically set about decorating the neighbour’s rusty swing set, in said China red “to make it beautiful”. Old habits die hard, and I still indulge a penchant for collecting, only occasionally surreptitiously, beautiful, interesting and sometimes rusty objects found in nature, on asphalt and in other people’s discard piles to create collage and assemblage art pieces in a variety of media. Rarely now, do I graffiti, decorously or not, in
China red.