When I was in second grade, we managed to build an elevated "treehouse"-which became for the local girls in our mostly boy dominated neighborhood, a sanctuary of magical proportions. We could see all three streets and where they came together-from our secret meeting place, and it served us well, until, like all good things, they (the local boy bullies) discovered it and it came to an end...but for that wonderful and scary innocent time in our lives, it was our mansion, a FORT, our refuge.
Acrylic on paper, 11" x15" with a UV gloss varnish.