Averill ~ "Comments??" ~ My niece and nephew would make pipe-cleaner figurines, and smash and mash them together.
I first just saw the figures, and thought they were pretty amazing 3D synopses(?). I asked if I could have some, of course, being a possessive and static adult. They said sure, when we're done crashing them together. Whereupon they would crash and loudly mangle, flatten and disturb. And then re-inflate, re-figure, the figures. To their invisible pipe-cleaner guidelines; and to my aghast relief.
The part your recollection reminded me of, was that one of the figures they repeatedly crashed, (amongst others of course, no discrimination here ~ but what about motive?) ~ one of the oft crashed figures, was a person in a wheelchair. The wheelchair had little Conestoga-wagon pipe-cleaner wheels, stickly-spoke wheels, ~ and an insertable figure ~ mowed over repeatedly by other figures who also crumpled and distorted. They intersected, on extremely noisy vectors; arms-length, pinpoint, screaming mashumples.
And then re-formed. Re-formed in the general aftermath; in a "different" phase. Another phase; carried out un-supervised.
(I was out of my league.)
Well.
(I just report the stuff.)
(Any resemblance to my relatives is coincidental, or incidental, or something like that.) |
