Dusty Art.

I've been quietly hiding every single drawing/print/painting I made during college in a dark and dusty grave beneath my bed in my parent's house. While I was home for the week, the mama made me go through it and throw out what I didn't want.

I felt like I was reading my diary from 9th grade, only these were from 13-16th grade, which made it that much more embarrassing. A self-portrait with a giant umbrella you get in fancy drinks covering my head? A scary drawing collage of images of Mickey Mouse and Basquiat? What's up with that?

Some were okay. Most I threw away. Everything was dusty. Did I say that already?

I like this cobwebby lamp. If I had this under my bed, I wouldn't throw it away.