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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Cockroach hair - eeek! My skin is crawling, but I appreciate the artistic thought involved here:)
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