Hundreds of years from now, it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove--but the world may be different because I did something so bafflingly crazy that my ruins become a tourist attraction.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Reflection
Reflection, wood and wire, 2011
I made this one for my New Genre class, but also entered into a student art show at BYU. I got in, but I didn't win any prizes.
Although the other day, some girl in one of my classes remembered it and by extension me. I was super amazed and flattered. Specially since she told me that it was awesome and asked how I did it. Go me!
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