As a kid I loved Star Wars. It inspired fantasies of flying through outer space. I remember shooting through the galaxy while swinging as high as I possibly could.
Driving at night, I'd lie down in the back seat of the car and the lights streaming past became speeding starfighters, tunnels were space portals.
The ceiling at the Boston Opera House suspiciously resembled a UFO.
It has been a full week of reunions, piles of laundry, grocery shopping, missing my husband back in Marblehead, and my head often in outer space. I regret that I didn't make the time to draw; I appreciate those that took this theme and flew with it.
Visit my spacey posse;