Dad's Garage -- It was a full size, walk through installation of a dimly lit, dingy, oil-stained garage filled with tools, an old car raised up on blocks, license plates, metal signs, and static-sounding radio music playing in the background. Garage shelves stacked high with countless weird and mysterious objects. Everything from cards with Masonic symbols; broken doll's heads or arms or legs, soda caps, coins, empty soda bottles. You name it. It was like being transported to an alternate time and place as seen through someone's junk-filled garage. It even smelled like a musty garage. Very authentic. Each time I visited this space, I always saw something new and unexpected. And then there's this. My dining room furniture on steroids. Nancy O.
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