branch.art

This past weekend was a whirlwind of activities. From hanging with friends to constantly doing homework. I felt like time was being taken away from me.

Clocks slay time . . .
time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels;
only when the clock stops does time come to life.

-William Faulkner

So this Monday, after numerous speeches and papers had been accomplished, I went back to the apartment to create. Ah, finally, a breath of fresh air was entering my lungs.

So this is what I did:

1) I found a branch from outside my window.


2) striped away the leaves.

until it was bare.


3) Then I walked to the Art Center next to my apartment with Sarah.

4) now, time to create.



4) and saw.


5) Mr. Branch decided to go to a gallery to show off his beauty.


But after exceptionally long day at the gallery, it was time for Mr. Branch and Rebecca to head home.


And tomorrow, Newspaper Origami Cranes will be hanging from the branches.