…towards becoming what she dreams of being when she grows up, as announced to us last week. Drum roll please.
“I am going to be a famous international tape artist from space.”
Upon further explanation we discovered what this really means. She plans to collect recycled items, join the bits and pieces together with scotch tape to form enormously large sculptures and then she will fly into space as an artist/astronaut and release these sculptures back to earth where everyone can view them from below.
She points out that this is a perfect career path for her because she gets to use her scientific mind and her creative mind, and she gets to use tape. Lots of it. She doesn’t yet realize that she’ll have to use some sort of uber-tape that can withstand re-entry into the Earth’s atmosphere, and not what she picks up in a three pack at Office Max, but details, details… I think the concept is swell.
So tonight we finished up our Valentines for mailing, and she had to move to my desk because her table is perpetually covered with her creations-in-progress. Nothing is safe from tape around here. Her grandfather gave her a “tapler” – part tape dispenser and part stapler – last weekend and we are hardly sleeping anymore for the sheer joyfulness of being able to attach materials with two different types of connections – and from one source. We’ve been banned from touching it, unless it’s to aid in the replenishment of supplies.
No surface is safe from the tape. This is her door, with added Valentine’s Day adornments and individual envelopes for the three of us to leave sweet little notes for one another. She certainly has us beat on the quantity side of this. And, come to think of it, the quality side as well. I remember to sneak in a post-it note at the last second with X’s and O’s on it. She cuts out hand-drawn hearts inscribed with messages like “I love you, my to sweet valentines”, a message made all the dearer with her spelling tries.
Even the doorknob is not safe from adornment. If it can have scotch tape applied to it, it’s fair game. I have to keep these photos because – who knows? One day when she sprinkles her sensational sculptures from the heavens, I can say “Hey – it all started with a little paper and a bit of tape.”