Yea, I know I’ll never be a sculptor, but this class is almost over.

This week’s assignment: create a surrealist ‘poem object’.

What is a poem object?

I’m not really sure there is a clear answer to that, but the exercise was to attempt to place unrelated, emotionally charged objects in a box allowing an observer to make up their own story about what the arrangement of objects means.

My wife was outraged “That better not be my teddy!” she swore at me in horror when she saw the piece.