About a year ago, I made some clay figures that everyone interpreted as mice. I sold quite a few of them and then there were some left. I decided I wasn’t going to make any more mice in the near future and so these little guys would just get put in a box and saved for who knows what.
I realized I did know what to do – so I took them to Lorimer Park and set the whole group up in an abandoned equipment box right by the parking lot. Easy to check on them that way, I thought.
I documented their departures. I took pictures only on the days something had changed. Here’s the story, no more words needed.