|27 x 12 x 7 cm|
I bought these in Mexico in 1993. The bottoms are made of old tires. I dedicated a sketchbook spread to them at the time, bestowing upon them the role of speculative barometer, a tool that would measure the kind of adult I was to become: Would I cherish them as a hallmark of my young-manmanship, or would I callously offer them up at a garage sale, trading the memories they carried for the comfort of diminished clutter?
As it turns out, I am putting them in a dumpster.