This is from a project I spent the bulk of my 10th grade art class working on. It’s a section of the plans for a real physical object, which I went on to actually build with my own two hands.
Sometimes I miss those pre-computer days of creativity. Back then when I had an idea I would draw it or make it, using pencils, paper, cardboard, glue, wire, etc. Now it seems that everything I make consists of software, or at least is utterly reliant on it.*
Of course physical objects decay, combust, get lost, etc, which is where these new fangled computers come in jolly handy for digitizing whatever scraps remain. And if you’d shown me something like this in 1988, my eyes would have probably popped out of their sockets.
* Hence my delight with concepts like Print On Demand, where you can turn your data into a real object – see earlier post Pulp Fetish.