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Tuesday  Jul 25, 2006

Every BODY Has a Story: Jane’s Cardboard Box

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I was living in Seattle with some friends, living in their attic. And I wanted the attic to look more like a room. This wasn’t going to be a problem because I love to go dumpster diving. But before I get to that, I want to say one thing: I once tried to pick up a raccoon because I thought it was a cat.

I went out and got rolls of carpet from the carpet outlet dumpsters, and scraps of plywood from construction sites, and cardboard boxes from someplace. I put the plywood and carpet down on the floor and made walls out of the cardboard. I turned one of the cardboard walls into a wall of scabs. We actually called it The Scab Wall. Basically, I collected scabs from my friends. Whenever one of my friends had a scab, they would give it to me, or I would take it from them, and put it on the wall. The Scab Wall. And there weren’t just scabs on The Scab Wall. There was also a tooth. And fingernails. And earwax. And when my friend’s tattoo scabbed over (it was a tattoo that spelled POOP), she gave me the scabs and I put them on the wall. So not only did I have a tooth and fingernails and earwax on The Scab Wall, I also had POOP, only it was spelled out. In scabs on The Scab Wall, of course.

Sometimes, my friends would make a contribution. One friend actually nailed a bran muffin (stolen from Starbuck’s) to one of the walls. It actually hung on the wall for like six or seven months, where it hardened. And some friends created paintings on the other walls of cardboard. It looked like a cabinet, or a cubbyhole, I don’t know. But at least it was a real room. And my housemates liked to visit it. I guess they liked it. They are the ones who nicknamed me Nature’s Bandit. Because I had created this little room, you see, from dumpster diving. I guess I’m kind of like a raccoon. I like to scavenge for things."





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