I had the privilege of being a child in a small farm town in Idaho. I got to live all the small town wonders children experienced when all we had to play with was our imaginations. One of these was a spring day when my brother and I walked to the pond near our home to catch tadpoles with nothing but our bare hands. I loved how their round bodies wiggled in my fingers. We brought home a huge bucket of them and gently placed in an aquarium.
We watched them grow from just a head and a tail, to feet, to full grown frogs. When all the wonder was experienced, we returned them back to their home. No matter what the stage, we called them pollywogs. It was our favorite word.
This experience with my brother I see in this piece.
- Created: 2019
- Inventory Number: SCL3
- Collections: Dancing Ladies, sculptures