My creative genious has lead to my possible contribution to the modern art gallery in Southbank. The only factor that stands in my way is that we were meant to build planes out of the crafts handed to us. Instead, I made a mini me. This is what I'd look like.
It wasn't easy to make; being treated like kids. We had to ask the supervisor to cut thigns for us and the only way we could attach things was by string, pipe cleaners or ribbion. That wasn't easy.
What made things worse was that it started raining while we were still there. Umbrella-less, and the art store lacking an umbrella supply, we had to trod on the bridge to Queen street in the rain. Yay.
