He messed up on his writing assignment in school. He wrote a lowercase i instead of an uppercase I. The teacher corrected it with a blue marker.
A week or so later he emptied his graded school work out on the art table. These were papers he no longer needed. Papers I like to flip through to see what he has done and if any secret messages pop out at me to include in my Zine.
She was doing something on the art table when she accidentally bumped a bottle of water with her elbow and spilled puddles of it. I was frantic, asking someone to move instead of just standing and staring while the water crept closer to my camera and cords and books and artwork. I got a towel and soaked up the puddles. It was then that I noticed this paper had gotten soaked, and that the soaking had formed a stunning little watercolor of its own in the precise place where "i" should have been an "I" if it knew what was good for it.
Each of the two mistakes intersecting at just the right space in our reality to create one little piece of secret message art worth noticing.