Macro and flashless, I took the angle of being able to walk through the project. It's like a construction site, stuff going up here, nearly finished stuff there, watch out for the dust and dirt piles on the smooth, white concrete finish. Wood and clay, life-sized, dim, because a construction site is only sun-lit when it's open air, at least until the electrical is run.
January 27, 2009
January 27 2009 The Invasion of the Tetrahedron
Day three of spacial reasoning practice included getting toothpicks to stick together with clay. That can only be done after she learned how to roll balls, which is apparently not a natural thing. Take up space. Build something. Experiment. Practice. Try again. (I really had to fight the urge to start constructing bridges and other architectural phenomena.) (Also, the boy's creation is named "Spikey")
Macro and flashless, I took the angle of being able to walk through the project. It's like a construction site, stuff going up here, nearly finished stuff there, watch out for the dust and dirt piles on the smooth, white concrete finish. Wood and clay, life-sized, dim, because a construction site is only sun-lit when it's open air, at least until the electrical is run.
Macro and flashless, I took the angle of being able to walk through the project. It's like a construction site, stuff going up here, nearly finished stuff there, watch out for the dust and dirt piles on the smooth, white concrete finish. Wood and clay, life-sized, dim, because a construction site is only sun-lit when it's open air, at least until the electrical is run.
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