The Wandering Bark

When I turned thirteen, my parents threw me a huge birthday party at our house. As part of the festivities, there was a silhouette artist who gingerly cut out the most remarkable, detailed figures of his subjects I've ever seen.  The glasses that sat half way down my father's face were indelibly fringed on his paper outline; my girlfriends' distinguished profiles were captured without one false note.

I am enamored of these vintage silhouette pieces, and cannot wait to have a wall sprinkled with them.