This artist also uses stacked paper to make his solid statues.
His however do not open
Because….
His are made of stacked phone books.
Life as it unfolds with all its surprises….
found clothing item. it looked like a t-shirt and was folded in among the all black.
A digression. Remember the Blues Brothers statues along the side of the road, near the Roy Rogers turnoff? This school is also in Sheridan, [population 6, 156]. What makes this school note worthy, is it is the elite school for the Scientology belief system. The children attending here, are learning about Scientology. Apparently a famous actor sent his two children here. So my question is, why Sheridan? Why Oregon?
http://www.delphian.org/
1. Washed the windows for spring. This is such a big deal to me. And the result is so spectacular I have to report it.
2. Lost something in this space. How is it possible, to misplace a pair of leggings when I live here alone, my wash does not leave because I have a washer and dryer and I am just returned so everything is uncluttered and still in tidy mode. I can not find them, and have searched thoroughly. It is not possible.
Returned to NYC only 24 hours and was out and about. Passed a woman with an eight year old daughter, and on a leash, a lab dog. Dog was demanding more from the mother than the child. Mother and I shared the same hair color and black clothes. As I passed the trio on the sidewalk, mother was speaking to the dog, who had just opted for a yet another sniff at the tree trunk, and I walked around them and along the sidewalk. All of a sudden, I hear little feet running beside me and feel a small hand lay itself against my side, looking for my hand. In a nano-second I realized it was a case of mistaken identity. I stopped, looked down at the small girl with her hand at my side and said with a smile, “wrong mom’. It took her two nano seconds to process the information before she turned on her heel and ran to her mom, while I walked on.
What a discovery. My hair loves the mist and the atmosphere of the PNW vs the dry cold of NYC. Who knew.