Date of Degree
MFA (Master of Fine Arts)
At the state fair, everything comes in candy colors, everything is bright, shining, blinking, glowing, popping, chirping, everyone wins! Even the carnies, dried and brown and tired, push shy teenagers towards each other like smoke-stained Cupids. Why don't you win that pretty girl a rose? How can you help but smile? Laugh? Spin and shriek on the rides, get your hands and face sticky with funnel cake and giant hot dogs and win your girl a prize?
The fair is its own world, designed and built to please. But what happens when it isn't being enjoyed? When all its color and flash fail?
Copyright 2010 Angela Christine Regas