Many try to slip through the big nets—ducking, dodging, pretending to be normal—while the people in white coats politely insist you take a ride in the back of a van labeled “Booby Hatch.” It’s never subtle. The clipboard appears. Someone whispers the words “craft time” like it’s either a threat… or a promise.

And suddenly you’re in a bright room with safety scissors, Elmer’s glue, and a suspicious abundance of magazines, paint, yarn, crayons, and markers. The question is obvious: what to do with all this stuff?

Welcome to the Booby Hatch—a place where awkward bits of paper that wandered too far from their books find themselves on canvas. Rip. Tear. Glue. Yarn tangles where it wants. Marker lines march across paint. Crayons insists on being heard, and nothing is inside the lines.

But what came from these craft time shenanigans, was a body of work of over 75 mixed media collages on canvas, shown at the Springbox Gallery in Portland, Oregon in the Autumn of 2011.