|20.4 x 10 x .9 cm|
When I was a sophomore in college I lived at 68 John street. That winter, I studied in Mexico and we visited a kiln somewhere in the hills of the Yucatan. I bought these tiles to adorn the apartment I would return to for the mere 4 months remaining in that school year. It seemed like a substantial enough remainder of time to warrant a process involving grout. That's because it felt like forever. Rather sophomoric, I suppose.