I get a lot of packages sent to Tom’s house because, well—it’s complicated. The co-working space where I also live is a bit of a ghost address—some shipping carriers are still figuring out the building even exists.
In this instance, the package had a friend’s name, it needed a signature and yada yada yada: problems.
Tom weathered every shipping curveball and in his wonderful way of working through frustration, he made something artful. He came in to the studio with a stern look carrying this package adorned with a cardboard knife and blood splat. It took me a minute to grok before he broke into a grin.
I believe this is one sliver of his genius. It involves taking a situation, finding levity and expressing it in some unexpected physical creation. I tag it as #tomart.