I think that this only proves my deep rooted desire to become a painter of things. Here are the forgotten works, nonetheless. One is a diorama - yes, like the shoebox things you used to make in school. It is of the Owl and the Pussycat, my favorite poem growing up. I made it in a cigar box because that summer my old man was super in to these cigars that taste like honey and coffee and are super fancy. Those boxes were amazing to do crafty crap in.