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“One baby octopus in liquid.”

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It was, in fact, a discarded woman’s jewelry case.

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I knew the hard parts that looked simple, and the simple parts that looked hard.

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I worked on it for weeks. The rope flew, my skin burned.

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It was both hermetic and omnipresent.

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Don’t you dare call it bric-a-brac.

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A good umbrella is a faithful companion against the wet, dark night.

By: Abby Rapoport

I was unprepared for the deeply satisfying click when two tiles connect.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

The dummy jack was a sound art readymade.

By: Alyssa Giacobbe

Its former life seemed to have been a French fry bag.

By: Shawn Wolfe

The first and last box of Ayds grandma ever bought.

By: Kelli Anderson

A sculptural terrain that systematically shows and hides its facets.

By: Ciara O'Rourke

I held my breath hoping she wouldn’t move.

By: Chelsea Barabas

I practiced every day, jabbing the knife into the shadows.