Notes on being a child

I remember being a small child. I remember the adult sized medium purple and yellow Laker's jacket my mother bought for me at Sears. It was like wearing a full body suit. I would play on the swings at my elementary school, with the zipper pulled up to my nose and the hood strapped down gripping my shaggy brown hair. I pretended to be flying like my dad.
I moved away when I was half way through the third grade. I loved a girl named Katie. She was awesome. I was a very quiet child and never had any gull to speak to her. Then two years passed and I came back to visit my elementary school. I came back to see those swings, to see the rocket I would scale, and to see Katie. The rocket seemed much less grandiose, the swings seemed less like slingshots into the atmosphere, and Katie seemed much more plain.
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The offerings of one Matt Campbell.




In compacted form.


Antonio's offerings.




She was more excited than me.



Too serious?


The crew came out.










To each his/her own.




Awesome humans Gabbi and Sachi showed up.


This DJ looked like he was from Hawaii.




Then at about 8 Matt and I decided we should fill up the space. So I grabbed my three photos that just came down from exhibition at N4 (See previous post) and Matt got some prints from his final critique.


Matt explains things.


Antonio with Matt and I's work.




Amelia's work in the back.


Partner in crime Sau.




Amelia - a - ok was there of course.


My work on left. Antonio's on right.


Jessica's work but of course. Unknown seems surprised.


Antonio Ramon.


Fellow Italian Mimosa hung out.


I had to run to Smiths maybe three times.


Visual similies. Jessica does bake.


Matt Campbell DOES NOT bake.