Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Close-up of algebra section: on the right is a die I painted and stamped, and on the left is my favorite part of this, a little abacus I created out of a slide holder, copper wire and beads.