These chicken wishbone roasted, then boiled twice, they still have a faint odor of chicken. I know. They are collar bones. I saved chicken wishbones for the walk down memory lane of "make a wish" and trying with parents, brothers, sisters, friends and children.
Noticing their cantilever and beauty, I glued them together. Now I am drawing them and priming a couple of canvases. What will they become? What will a child's game begin?