I have fun dreams where I meet the Spice Girls, and scary dreams where I’m fighting off bad guys.
And then there’s dreams where I just have to use the bathroom.
These dream bathrooms are wild. They’re always public bathrooms, with room after room full of stalls. Big stalls, little stalls, crookedly-built stalls, poorly-lit stalls. (Sometimes there’s no walls at all — yikes.)
There’s always tons of other people in the bathroom. And they’re hogging all the good stalls! All that’s left for me is doors that don’t close, (or no doors at all), and of course, there is never any toilet paper to be found.
What is the profound meaning behind this? I don’t know. I haven’t googled it. But I will say this: in the mornings after those dreams, I always feel profoundly grateful to have a working toilet in my home, with a healthy supply of toilet paper, and a door that closes snug.
process &
behind-the-scenes
I started saving used toilet paper rolls a little too late for this week’s project, and so I had to unwind an entire fresh roll to complete the sentence.
As I was slowly unrolling and folding the paper, it started to take on a whole new shape. It actually looked kinda cool as a paper sculpture, all stacked on top of itself. Ta-da! An art was born.
And now that I’ve taken my photos and captured its beauty, I’m back to using that “art” for its intended purposes… 💩