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My parents loved whatever I made. My mom saved clay
pieces and drawings from my childhood. One clay piece
I still have, perhaps the first figure I ever made.
This other one I must have carved in 6th grade. I think
it reflects some of my Yugoslavian characteristics -
angular facial features with a stern hardworking feeling.
During college, I made a lot of
coil built vessels and abstract
organic forms. When there got
to be too many I'd sort through
and throw some away. My dad,
who hated to throw them away,
would dig them out of the garbage
and "plant" them around the bushes
in the yard. One time while he was
going through the garbage the
garbage man came by and asked
him if he could have one!
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