A short time after my last post I realized the paper on which I traced the map and glued my first walk could not withstand the amount of liquid necessary to properly adhere everything I’ve collected. Buckling. Such a learning curve in this pursuit. I love it nonetheless.
I’ve found a stronger paper and a proper space in which to build the piece. The trash and the new panels have been moved to EVB, a San Francisco based ad agency that I love. The daily commute, halls of very long walls for the four panels, and dear friends with whom I can share my progress with will make a most fitting home for my Brooklyn until I return. I am a lucky woman.