Sunday, November 16, 2008

Lost Art

While I was serving a mission I occasionally got bored in my apartment (especially while waiting on my trainer to decide what we were going to do). This was the frequent result:
I'm not sure where the old broken boxes came from. I'm pretty sure they're what my Mom mailed my bed stuffs in. OMG... I freaking froze until my blankets got there. Connecticut was cold! Oh... And there's close ups as well.

5 comments:

runnerfrog said...

How's the short film going?

kwistin said...

so basically, that's fabulous.

i think i'll start to draw on cardboard boxes....

joe said...

Good! Cardboard boxes are fun! Umm... The film is going okay. We're still in the concept/planning stage and will probably get really started at the end of this semester (college is a killer!).

Mary said...

I think I really love your brain. When I marry for money I'm going to hire you to come and hang out with me and my husband for a month and just let you doodle all over our walls.

joe said...

Excellent. Unfortunately for you my payment requires that not only do I draw on your walls for money, but that I also get to remodel a room in your house as well. Thats the deal. It's a package. No working around it.