I inherited a bag of little people the height of postage stamps. I kept them in a drawer for a half life. I figured one day I might need an army. January 2020 I started saving empty glass jars. I wasn’t sure what for. But one day I decided to populate these jars. Isolating little people.
An experiment.
I want to return stones I’ve picked up, put them back in the sea. Twist wire.
Cut up and rough up rugs for scrub. Dome wasn’t built in a day.
I built a scratch billboard from card and sandpaper, from incense sticks and
ripped up magazines!
The little people come from under the dome (the light has been crappy today). They are more photogenic, happier; healthier in the outside air. As long as they don’t breathe it.
Such a great post. That billboard is awesome.
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Ha, thanks naivehaircuts! I may never go out again!
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Very cool! Looking forward to seeing more!
I find myself doing some of those chores I said would do someday. ha-ha
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Hee-hee. Yeah, where did I leave those chores?! x
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This made me happy, Nick
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Good. We’re both made happy then, Kim x
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Do you think it true, Nick, that adversity does not create character, but only reveals it? I’m lately wondering. Seems we need a bit of healing time, to consolidate
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Hmm…
Kim.
Hmm, I do know that the night reveals the light. Oh, and that you can’t polish a turd, but you can sprinkle glitter on it!
Does this help?
Nick.
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Always
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😀
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I quite like the BLAH billboard. Where might I find a full-size version?
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🙂 If only!
To be honest, the full size is smaller than the depicted, Liz! The full size is on the mantelpiece at home. The illusion is helped by the apparent population and the photo of Charmouth beach in the background. x
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🙂
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That’s rather impressive. More, please.
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🙂 Thanks, Brian.
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