When I was bored in elementary school, I used to write letters to my "future self," a sixth grader and leave them in my underwear drawer. I reread these letters not too long ago. I was a rather strange child. I think that child and her future self, both of whom were probably better versed in world capitals than I am and drank canned Arizona Iced Tea whenever they could, would delight in these stamps. (Its not the same out of the gallon jugs.) What represented then, could represent me now. Perhaps only body and setting have changed. The pieces of my series of stamps, modeled on the concepts of past, present and future, are more alike than not. er her
No Museum Blog yet?
ReplyDeleteWha???
ReplyDeleteI somehow (amongst coming late and missing class endings) never saw the due-date for it and disregarded it.
(I don't subscribe to my own blog and actually checked it out on whim during lecture during the technical difficulties)
I'll have it up tonight!
In other news, you've hinted at an extra credit project in the past and my grade probably depends on it.
Sorry :(