art camp art camp!

Rock on Campers! We who remain squirming in this mortal coil of the everywhere else called not-art-camp salute you! How we long to see your muddy knees lined up in front of the couch at night and dream of eating tasey bites of crisps from your exhalted paint-covered fingers in the mornings, of afternoons hiding in the reeds to catch wild turkeys in our teeth.