I made a cigar box with a hole on each side with sweatshirt sleeves attached.
A vehicle for touch!
Now I’m making books to be read with one’s hand in the box, presumably holding someone else’s hand, a series of “Books for One Hand.” I think I’ll make more boxes too, using different scales and materials. Meg said this one reminded her of a Kleenex box, in proportion and color, and it’s true, rrgg.
I’m in a bit of a funk this week; big critique was last week and now I’m marinating in commentary, a little unsure of where to go next. I had decided to go on research paper vacation, but then I made this little book today, so I’m all over the place. I think the sun’s gone away too finally, for probably a long time, so maybe that’s a cause for funk too.
Oh, and I’ve made a blog for my MFA class, but there’s no content yet, so I’ll share when it becomes… Robust? That’s what I’m hoping for at least (no sense in me blogging alone in two places).