Artist of the Month
At nearly eight years old, Mazee has discovered that people expect a certain level of maturity that can be down-right stifling. Where is it written that a chronological age must also carry with it assumptions of comportment? Why does youth have the right to all the fun? Grey hair is not the barometer of one’s ability to giggle? So to demonstrate her rebellion towards the austere, Mazee has jumped into the neon basket with all four paws and chosen to harken back to the era of tie-dying. Because let’s face it, it would be difficult to find a time that boasted being yourself, more.