Save a receipt, save a tree

I was at UTA, buying my snacks to get me thru another long class.

"Do you want your receipt with that?" the young lady behind the counter asked me.

"No." I shook my head.

She nodded. "Save a receipt, save a tree."

As I walked out that phrase stuck with me. Receipts are fluttering all over the place. Most of the time they collect in my purse, wadded up at the bottom. They become trash.

I started collecting my receipts, not sure what I was going to do with them. Save a receipt, save a tree.

Today the receipts became the background for my artwork.