They have been working so hard making books for the past week. A LOT OF BOOKS. I keep forgetting that I can't just hoist five billion structures on novices all at once, but I hope someday soon to remember this and take my time. Next Monday is our last class, and we'll install the exhibit at the library—I'll try to shoot their books, because there are some real treasures.
In the meantime, I've been squeezing in a tiny bit of making on the weekends when I'm home for a moment. Instead of just holding onto this precious piece of Paper Nao paper (the base sheet, with indigo washes you can no longer see because I crumpled up the sheet), I used it. Along with other goodies, all recycled.
I have to pack up 54 pieces to deliver to Oberlin on Monday after class and agreed to help hang on Tuesday, mostly because I'm throwing in a chunk of brick wall. It's a complete bear to rig, and it's not nice to make someone else do it. I am also attempting my old writing schedule, except in the making department: two hours in the morning, two hours in the evening. Harder than I thought because of the distractinos, but it feels good to work like this again.