I don't know why, but when I see the bunnygrass appear in the aisles each year, along with the chocolate rabbits holding thier baskets and quivering their whiskers it just makes me unreasonably happy. Easter is one day of the year when I feel completely freed from the boundaries of good taste. I mean, you could dye those eggs with onion leaves and parsley, or you could go ahead and ornament them with a temporary tattoo in pink and green. And then set the eggs in a basket with crinkled fossil fuels from the grass factory and shiny foiled candies. And eat them by Monday. This is a holiday you can't do on an Ipad. It's real.

© Iskra Johnson 2011

I started my career in art as a fingerpainter. My side-of-the-hand technique was admired by all (all 22 of the other children in my kindergarten class.) I thought for this holiday I would return to my roots. Fingerpaint collage on non-archival cheap paper from Joann's Craft Emporium.