How you pack your work for a show

This is an electric knife that I use to cut out the shape of my sculptures in styrofoam.

This little beauty now fits in her own cocoon of sorts.

She is engulfed in styrofoam.

I print out a photo of each piece and tape it on the box to show the contents and title the boxes so whomever unpacks it knows what is inside.

Here are my many boxes ready to go to Saratoga Clay Arts Center for the" Adventures of Star Seed and Bunny Girl Show" Opening September 12th.

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