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Paper airplanes have been a recurring element in my paintings and drawings for years and now a line of clothing just in time for chillier weather and stocking-stuffing. But back to paper airplanes for a second…
I have a very distinct memory of my Dad making a paper airplane for me in his basement studio at 2234 Hoover Avenue in Bismarck, North Dakota when I was four or five years old. But it wasn’t just a regular paper airplane folded from an 8 1/2 x 11 sheet of paper. My Dad was a print maker – silk screen prints – and on this particular afternoon, feeling playful, perhaps, he folded a 22 x 30 inch silk screen test print into a paper airplane and let it rip from the far end of his basement studio. It flopped and floated like some kind of Frankensteined pterodactyl over my curly-headed self sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor, past the washing machine and dryer and finally crashing against the cinder block wall next to the home’s water heater at the far end of the studio. I felt like Orville or Wilbur Wright, witnessing history there for a brief moment in our basement on Hoover Avenue.
As it turned out, though, my Dad hadn’t taught me how to fold a paper airplane. He’d taught me how to dream.
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