When I was a kid, we would build forts out of discarded lumber or cardboard. Those little constructs could be anything we wanted them to be; a time machine, an old west fort, a futuristic city, a spaceship, a castle full of monsters or just a hideaway from the grown-ups. The imagination I used back then carries through into my art today. I guess I never really grew up.
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RIGHT ON!!!
This collage about sums it all up.
Awesome Marty
Love it! I'm all for the land of make-believe!
Oh yeah, I remember pounding used nails to sorta straighten them out for our tree house. Good times, Marty!
We lived for refrigerator boxes when I was a kid. After the walls gave way we would turn them into tractors/army tanks by flipping them sideways and crabwalking forward inside of them. I still believe the best toy you can give a kid is a cardboard box.
This is a really complex assembly of components that I appreciate both from visual and technical standpoints. I love it when such disparate elements come together in what appears as a seemless, unified whole—a world that couldn't possibly exist, but because it's depicted, it is absolutely a real.
Wonderful collage. Everyone looks really at home in this strange world.
Excellent stuff- yes, the dens we made back then! I wish I'd taken photos of them.
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