Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Perhaps it was a stretch to call these strange creatures ukuleles. For they lacked strings and the hollow cave where music resonated, on some, shown clear through. Small, off-center sound holes adorned others, but none were the thing you’d hope to make music from. Ukes they were though – jumping fleas. And when no one was watching they danced and shimmied imagining one day, fingers would strum them happily.