Thursday, April 9, 2020
Graduate School Nod
Here's to a grad prof, Dr. Carr, who made us all call him Rob, who let me create art instead of research papers for his class. Here is a rendition of someone from then current events made entirely out of plastic spiders and cockroaches. Cheers, Rob.
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