I found this image on the papier-mache magazine blog a while back. They didn't know the source, so neither do I.
I do feel like I've been there though - leaning against that bus in shades of mustard and brown -- cradling a bunny.
This image could have come from one of our family's old shoe boxes full of photographs.
When I was in high school I would go sifting through antique stores and thrift shops looking for discarded photographs. They would give me ideas for paintings and stories. I enjoyed that process of discovery. I liked holding the actual picture in my hand, feeling the texture of the paper, spotting the folds and finger prints. Quite different than a Google image search.
