Friday, September 20, 2013

Reacquaintance with a Very Special Box

It held fishing tackle until it was cleaned in 1993 when the interior was spray painted red. Ever since then, it contained my art supplies. About twice a year, I rifle through searching for drawing pencils. I wish I had time to use the contents more. Today, I rummaged to the bottom and dug out my father's ART 111 Drawing slides from Boise State University. Several of these I used to learn anatomy. Once a very long time ago.

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