tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39985308945577868942024-03-13T13:05:10.948-07:00The Superhero Lunchbox ProjectThe Online ExhibitSnapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-35553228313708535992020-08-23T08:18:00.003-07:002020-08-23T08:18:40.719-07:00Quarantine<p> The Superhero Lunchbox Project is under temporary quarantine.</p>Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-62383251413703769792013-09-03T21:24:00.001-07:002014-01-06T10:26:54.926-08:00Lana Nieves: No-Face<a href="http://spiritedaway.wikia.com/wiki/No-Face_%28Kaonashi%29" target="_blank">No-Face</a> is a beautiful, tragic, lonely creature from the world of Spirited Away. He is an empty vessel, hungry for whatever he can feed off of from other beings. He notices people's greed, and uses it to lure them close to him with the promise of gold. Once close, No-Face feeds on their very personality traits, in an effort to BECOME something or someone. Only through an encounter with a child who is good-natured and pure of heart does No-Face come to see that there can be more to his existence than feeding on the greed and weakness of others.<br />
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A crafting group I belong to issued a challenge for members to create something that was inspired by Japan. Anything. I know very little about Japan. I considered doing something with a Godzilla theme. Or something about sushi. Then I thought about all the lunchboxes I'd made over the years. And the Japanese bento boxes that have become popular in the USA. And No-Face. I knew it had to be.</div>
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I love No-Face. I love that his story is one of hope, and redemption. I love it that only a child can save him from his sad existence. </div>
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The image of No-Face and the red bridge is a construction paper collage, with a thin layer of glaze on top for texture. Inside of the No-Face bento box is a reminder of his origins. </div>
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Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-26064494914130536402013-09-02T11:21:00.001-07:002013-09-02T11:21:48.904-07:00Z. Artinian, Rock Star At LargeA video submission from a young friend of mine. Thanks for making a lunchbox and sharing it, Zahzah!<br />
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<span>This box was made as a payment to a friend who made a cross stitch for me, but the idea had roots long before that. </span></div>
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<span>Pastry
chef, singer, friend of Bowie, and a dude from outer space, all of
these things describe Klaus Nomi. Nomi was a character, and a hell of an
inspiration. He blended new wave and opera and made them sound as if
they always belonged together. He was equal parts gimmick and talent,
with his wacky hair, plastic tuxedo and make-up combined with his
gorgeous counter tenor arias.I was
drawn to Nomi from the moment I found him. He seemed to have fun with
the pop opera elements, but could also make you weep with his more
serious arias (his version of the Cold Song from Purcell's King Arthur
comes to mind) It's a shame that Nomi isn't around anymore, I can only
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<span style="background-color: transparent;">This box is to honor the man, the myth, the Nomi. </span></div>
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Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-19468462373629277502013-08-16T13:54:00.001-07:002013-08-16T14:01:26.939-07:00Lana Nieves - BurlesqueI became friendly with Amy because of insomnia. We were both Goddard students during a time when there were less than 40 people living on campus. I usually had a difficult time sleeping, and would find myself walking around campus late at night - often with my good friend, Peter. We'd walk around (usually one of us carrying a bottle of booze that we'd take turns swigging from) looking for anyone else who was awake. If your lights were on, you were fair game. Amy's lights were often on into the wee hours of the morning. At some point, late night visits to Amy's room became a semi-regular thing. We'd usually find her working on some creative endeavor. I don't remember a hell of a lot of what was discussed during those visits, except that Amy had a pug back home, who she liked to talk about. She kept a copy of a book called <b>This Is Your Pug </b>on her desk. For some reason, this always tickled me. It still does. I remember really liking Amy, pretty much right away, and thinking she was like no one else. Funny, Smart. Warm. Adorable. Daring. Her artwork seemed to revolve around female sexuality. I won't pretend I understood most of it, or even that I tried to. I was at least a little bit drunk most of that time. I knew she was on to something, though. And I knew Amy was sort of...audacious? fierce? Both. Audacious <i>and</i> fierce. And cute. You don't see that mixture very often.<br />
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I haven't seen Amy in a long time. Decades. She's still out there, though. Still audacious and fierce. And cute. She's embraced the world of burlesque since I last saw her. Again, she's dabbling in something I'm not sure I completely grasp, but I think Amy is pretty damned great so it follows suit that whatever she's immersed herself in is lucky to have her on board. Amy turned 50 this year and her friends threw her a burlesque-themed birthday party. My understanding is that the party took the form of a performance, with Amy seated front row, center for her very own command performance of Plainfield's amateur burlesque theater. I couldn't be there but, when I heard it was going to be Amy's birthday, and I was invited to the themed-event, I knew burlesque would play a part in whatever I chose to send Amy as a birthday greeting.<br />
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The burlesque lunchbox celebrates this art form, it's true, but that's not the real, Superhero Lunchbox intention. I made this for Amy, who's an Artist. With a capital A. Amy is cool on so many levels, but let me say this: she is a born Artist, and she's <i>living</i> the life of an Artist. I have mad respect for the way she's created a life for herself that always includes - and probably revolves around - her artistic endeavors. Artists are Superheroes.
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Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-88436034191542798592013-07-25T21:12:00.001-07:002013-08-16T16:09:33.912-07:00Lana Nieves - The Donner PartyWhile I realize there's an undeniably snarky irony inherent in making a lunchbox depicting The Donner Party, I really did mean this as an homage, more than anything else. The story of The Donner Party is the dark side of the American Dream. I guess it could be seen as being a cautionary tale about hubris, but I think it's both a tragedy, and a testament to the innate human will to survive.<br />
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The Donner family (and the families who traveled with them, including the Reeds and the Breens) were pioneers. They had real chutzpah. They packed up their stuff, and headed for parts unknown, in search of a new life, and prosperity. Their strength of character and sense of adventure make them heroes of a sort to me. This aspect of who they were gets lost in the telling of their tragic story.<br />
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<br />Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-34682018922972212522013-02-24T10:28:00.001-08:002013-02-24T10:28:33.309-08:00Michelle ChevallierWhen I first started this artwork, I was really mulling over
who to choose. I don't really have personal heroes. I had purchased a
multipack of vintage postcards to use for another project, and I opened
it to find a bonus of not only postcards, but a pristine set of luggage
labels. I had the realization that a lunchbox is like a mini suitcase,
and the idea was born.<br />
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who to represent. There are many designers that contributed to the
golden era of luggage labels, but I didn't have those of anyone famous.
Eventually I decided that I would call this the Franz Lenhart/Jan
Lavies Tribute Lunchbox, as both had a major influence on this "golden
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Franz Lenhart had just enrolled at the Vienna Academy of
Fine Arts when World War I began. In 1922, Lenhart moved to Florence to
complete his studies at the Accademia di Belle Arti and began working as
an apprentice poster designer at a local printing shop. Once Lenhart
earned his diploma he moved to Merano, where he began teaching and
working as an artist. A gifted portrait artist, Lenhart was a master in
capturing the light and atmosphere of the Italian Alps and Dolomities.<br />
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Lavies was a Dutch commercial designer who was born in Holland and
spent most of his career working in the Dutch East Indies for the
publicity agency Aneta. During the 1930's he designed posters,
advertising, luggage labels and folders for the Netherlands-Indies Hotel
Association and K.P.M. the Royal Parcel Shipping Company. Lavies
received many awards and praise for his modern Art Deco designs, using
strong color combinations and clean compositions. His labels capture the
brilliant color and natural beauty of the aforementioned exotic lands.<br />
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and back and interior are the luggage labels, some rubber travel related
stamps, and snippets and pictures from a travel-related scrapbook
sheet. I was concerned about the reaction of the old labels to any sort
of sealant, so I left the front unsealed. The back required contact
paper to get the rubber stamps to stay put. I'm not really happy about
how the back turned out with the contact paper, but this is my first
lunchbox and it turned out better than I expected.<br />
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are composed of reproduction lithograph Victorian perfume labels from
Victor Vassier in Paris. I chose them because they are related to the
travel theme in that they were affixed to shipping crates, instead of
luggage.<br />
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Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-60557417596424355352013-02-10T12:56:00.000-08:002013-08-16T16:10:02.407-07:00Lana Nieves - Lana WintersOk, so this is a weird one. I became obsessed with season two of American Horror Story: Asylum, and its main character. The show revolves around Lana Winters, a writer and a lesbian, living life in 1960s Boston, who ends up being committed to an asylum from which there is seemingly no escape, and all because she's gay and has something to say. The asylum turns out to be a house of unspeakable horrors including filth, over-medication, physical torture, exposure to all kinds of criminally insane people (worst of all being the nuns and doctors who run the place) and a bunch of de-gayifying treatments I can't even think about. Anyhow, people kept telling me I should just stop watching, because this fucking show upset me so much, on a personal level, every week. But I couldn't stop. I. Could. Not. It was too good. The writing was too good. Sarah Paulson and Jessica Lange and Lily Rabe were too fucking good. And Lana Winters was too likable. I rooted for her. I felt obliged to see her through to the bitter end, whatever that end would be. The whole show seemed to revolve around the idea of being abandoned and forgotten because one is a misfit: it's why no one really misses Lana Winters when she's locked up, seemingly forever. Who really CARES about some woman? Some lesbian, no less? Some dumb-ass, loud-mouth, lesbian writer. Named Lana, for heaven's sake. I was soooo not going to quit this one. I'm glad I didn't. It's pretty fucking great. Lana, for all her human failings, is pretty fucking great, and gets as triumphant an ending as one can get, given the nature of this drama. How can I <i>not</i> have love for a story where everyone dies, except for loud-mouthed, lesbian writer named Lana? A lunchbox was definitely in order.<br />
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Heres my effin lunch box that i was too shy to show!! And certainly stymied by having to tell WHY helen fucking keller is my personal hero!!! Fuck!! Think about it, people!!<br />
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Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-29729005706326315432013-01-03T19:04:00.001-08:002013-01-03T19:04:19.890-08:00 Herr Metzger, Matt Polchlopek<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As a fan of horror and the macabre, I have many outlets with which to share my vision. Alas, art is not one of them. <br /><br />I turned to the idea of making lunchboxes because of a friend who made a Donner Party Box (and she just so happens to run this page!) Before that, I didn’t really think about working with lunchboxes too much, however, the more I thought about it, the more I realized what a perfect canvas they can be. <br /><br />Sure, everyone’s seen the Spiderman’s (Spidermen?) and the Very Brady Lunchbox, but how many lunchboxes do you see dedicated to the works of Alejandro Jodorowsky? Or decorated with the face of a serial killer/cult leader? There is a niche out there for collectors young and old alike, and I aim to fill it. </span></span></b></span><br />
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I was always more of a Marvel Comics than a DC kid. The typical Marvel hero was just more interesting. Poor Peter Parker gets bitten by a radioactive spider and takes on the characteristics of a spider. He can’t actually spin webs, so he puts his mind to it and invents a web-spinner he can attach to his wrist. The Thing, alternating between laughter and rage at his misfortune: his scaly skin making it impossible to be close to the woman he loves. The Silver Surfer, whose omniscient perspective – literally looking down on the folly of humans – fills him with pity and ultimately makes him good. Cigar-smoking Howard the Duck, “trapped in a world he never made.” Dr. Strange. I could go on. The point is, these characters, two dimensional as they are, are born out of struggle, and – at least during Marvel’s heyday, the 1960s and early 1970s – they didn’t take the easy way out. They continued to struggle. Bruce Banner, nuclear scientist – staggeringly intelligent, considerate, even meek – never made peace with the roiling anger that inevitably, without fail, turned him into The Incredible Hulk. </div>
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Much more interesting than a Man who’s, you know, Super, because he fell out of the sky from another planet. Or a rich guy who likes to dress up like a bat.</div>
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Reasonable people may differ. If DC made you happy as a kid, I’m happy for you. I do know that in my later life I’ve always been drawn to people who are complicated, maybe a little mixed-up, not exactly who they seem to be at first. I like people who surprise me. I like people who struggle. I want my friends to be happy, but I can relate to the need to keep working, trying, figuring it out. I admire people who can do this with style, with grace. I especially admire people who can do this in public, maybe because I’m private.</div>
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Warhol – stop me if you’ve heard this – was the son of dirt-poor Polish immigrants in Pittsburgh, perhaps the most unpromising place in the United States to grow up with artistic tendencies in the 1930s. He was gay. His face was scarred with acne. He was shy and sunken-chested, didn’t say much.<br />
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I’m not talking about rising to the top of New York’s social life, or the silly Factory bullshit, or the gnomic statements. I mean his art was new and fresh and consistently strong enough, for long enough, that it made us see differently. Andy Warhol revolutionized painting, photography, film, design, even parties. Together with the Velvet Underground and some of his cronies, he created, in a hole-in-the-wall on St. Mark’s Place, the lightshow that bands were STILL using when I started gong to concerts in the early 1980s, and a kind of everything-all-at-once music / theater hybrid that was still considered avant-garde when I moved to New York in the 1990s.<br />
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Did he eventually rest on his laurels? Did he let other people tell his story and go along with it, and cater to the rich and stop paying attention at some point? Yes. So what? Picasso had a long, silly, repetitive decline punctuated with occasional, probably accidental greatness, too. That doesn’t matter.<br />
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Maybe it’s that I grew up caring more about music than art per se. A great band is a band that has a strong five-year run, with maybe three albums you want to listen to for the rest of your life, and two more that are worth holding on to. The Beatles had a seven- or eight-year run, maybe, as a recording band, depending on how you’re counting. Then a lot of solo nonsense with occasional flashes of greatness… usually when Ringo was in the room. But that’s a different ax to grind.<br />
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I’ve purposely avoided the Marilyns and soup cans and such here, even though I think they’re great (a new kind of portrait and still life, respectively). I went with the banana, first because the Velvet Underground’s first record was – probably – the first time I actually sat down and looked intentionally at a work of visual art; second because it freshly struggles with one of the fundamental themes of Western art: the urge to reveal, and simultaneously to hide, sexual passion. The banana, originally printed as a sticker with “Peel Slowly and See” above its apex, is sexy. Sexier than Mick Jagger’s crotch on “Sticky Fingers” (though that, with its built-in zipper, was funnier). I was lucky to find a pic online of the banana – the pink banana – partly unsheathed.<br />
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I wanted to include one of the electric chairs. These are some of the most powerful works of art I know of. They’re like all of Truman Capote’s “In Cold Blood” at once. They don’t reproduce well, though. Instead, I included one of Warhol’s skulls, a take on the momento mori theme that would be obvious if it weren’t so beautifully composed. Stop and look at how the colors interact, and how unexpected, and probably garish, each of them would be if they were used, individually, on a silkscreen of a skull. Together – somehow, I don’t know why – they support each other. It’s hideous and terrifying and hilarious and electrifying.<br />
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There’s a lot more to say. In his best work Warhol drew from the things everyone was looking at but not seeing, tweaked them, put them up on the wall (or on the floor, or just filled up the room with them), and made everyone see: not only the representation, which is enough, but the original, differently. Leonardo did that with the nude. Ingres did it with the portrait. And Warhol did it with the stuff and people all around us, the unavoidable, endlessly repeating people and things that constantly wash up on the pop-culture shore. He does it funny but generally resists the temptation to slapstick.<br />
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Why is there so little on the lunchbox? I’ve always loved the rectangular silver balloons Warhol designed and let float around at parties, and when my boxes arrived in the mail – each cardboard box stamped “Plain Metal,” the brushed-steel surface of each lunchbox palely reflective, I thought instantly of Warhol and set aside my plans for a Walt Whitman box. (Maybe that will come later.) His best art – from the 60s and early 70s, and then the reawakening in the late 1980s – is simple and spare but unfussy about details. It seemed to me like a Warhol lunchbox should follow the same aesthetic. So I didn’t try to hide the “brushstrokes” of my adhesive, and I didn’t worry if the ink ran a bit, but I tried to put the right images in the right places.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I turned my parents into some of my own favorite things... paper dolls. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It was this super-strength, superheroine wisdom that gave her the good sense to make our childhood richer than any other kids I know: She was superheroine smart for reading aloud Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. books, instead of stuff like </span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: normal;">Stuart Little</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">. Superheroine smart for letting us take lots of mental health days, so the other kids would have a chance to catch up. Superheroine smart for going on strike, so we did the grocery shopping in primary school. That was harder than doing it the standard way….and so much more fun.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">Just like a superhero of stage and screen, she leapt tall buildings in a single bound when she solved the insolvable for me. The superheroine trick that no one else’s mom could figure out was that she never did things </span><span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: normal;">for</span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"> me. She taught me how to do the tasks myself—beginning in kindergarten. My insolvable problem at the time was that I didn’t believe I belonged in kindergarten and wanted to advance to first grade. So she set up a meeting for me to discuss it with the principal. Superheroine lessons, I guess. But that meeting (and, I’m sure, a bunch of background phonecalls I didn’t know about) solved an insurmountable problem. What kindergartener can talk her way into first grade? Me, it turned out, but not without her superheroine mom’s help!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">My mom’s most amazing superheroine feat of solving the unsolvable and even time traveling occurred as she has cared for me as I have been sick. The whole process of managing my illness and running a business would have caused someone else to give up. I am so much work, and I am fully aware and very sorry that I do not always have the sunniest of dispositions. She managed my difficult demands while living with me for several months while I was the sickest. That’s a tall building if I ever heard it—running a business, as well as commuting back and forth between two cities. On some days, that surely involved time travel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">Ultimately, it involved choosing between paying close attention to her business and paying close attention to me, and because I won, her business lost. I just feel dreadfully guilty about that. But I feel so, so eternally grateful for the gift I have had of her loving care, and her great company.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">Superheroines don’t have much of a reputation for being very much fun to be around. This is one way she is nothing like a superheroine. In fact, she is great fun! We have had so much fun going around here and there and dreaming up schemes. What a fantastic gift that has been to be with her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; letter-spacing: 0px;">It is not surprising, then, that so many people in my life have met her and arrived at the same conclusion: Each, individually, has said the same thing: “She’s an angel!” So true. A superheroine angel. That’s what she is. I hope she is super-mortal because I never want to lose her!</span></div>
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Starting the Superhero Lunchbox Challenge was really daunting. Who was I going to choose to depict as a superhero? A group of individuals? Someone in history? Someone I knew? Finally I decided to limit it to one person, and chose a superhero who did something with no thought for longevity or greatness, but has become a symbol for freedom. I chose the man commonly referred to as “Tank Man," the man who stood down a line of four tanks in Tiananmen Square during the 1989 student protests for economic reform and liberalism in China. (I decided to call him “Tank Guy,” Tank Man sounded formal and almost like the actual name of a Marvel comic book character, and I liked the familiarity of calling him “Tank Guy,” just a regular guy who made an extraordinary decision.)</div>
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On one side of the lunchbox, I used the famous Associated Press image of the unidentified man in action, “artifying” it in Photoshop in a metallic tint and adding “Tank Guy” in a superhero-esque font. On the opposite side, I used a photo of Tiananmen Square, also artified through Photoshop, with the image of the gentleman in four graduated sizes soaring toward the sky, with “Real Superhero” in the same font as the other side. I also include the phrase “superhero lunchbox” in the bottom left corner, and “Tiananmen Square” in the bottom right corner. I used a clear sealant on both sides to protect the images.</div>
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On the narrow sides of the lunchbox, I used dual Chinese symbols for peace and freedom for added decoration. On the bottom, I placed the symbols for righteousness and love.</div>
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<br /></div>Snapperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03141538240915482048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998530894557786894.post-73881947085231784012012-04-22T13:15:00.000-07:002013-08-16T16:10:56.852-07:00Lana Nieves - Ma: Tiny, But Mighty<div style="text-align: justify;">
I didn't find this lunchbox - it found me. Walking down towards the ocean, in San Francisco's Outer Sunset district, I found a free-box outside of an organic food co-op. The sign over the box read, "Everything here is free for the taking - recycle, reuse, enjoy!" The free-box contained mostly old, broken toys - lots of Matchbox cars with wheels missing, random Lego bricks, Pokemon cards. Under these, though, lay a small, metal lunchbox. About half the size of a standard lunchbox. The theme was Batman, and it seems to have been part of some card collector set: collect all the new Batman cards, and keep them in this handy, mini lunchbox. I fell in love. The perfect canvas had landed in my lap.</div>
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My mother was an extraordinary woman. Funny, smart, opinionated, loving, fiercely loyal, loud, wise, bossy. Some people found her to be a little bit scary, at times. She did not mince words. She had a fiery temper. She had a heart as big as all of Brooklyn, and was extremely generous. On the other hand, Brooklyn and the Caribbean both coursed through her veins: she knew how to stand up for herself and her loved ones, hold a grudge, tell someone off in two languages, haggle a salesman down to the lowest price, and make her opinion known. I always loved her for her style of parenting, for letting me, as a kid, know that my own actions, and the decisions I made, were of consequence. I never felt like she was controlling what I did, but saying, "Do what you will, but life is all about living with the choices you make. The ball is in your court." I loved her for this. And, really, I liked her so much. I don't just mean love. Every kid loves their mother, in some way, I suppose. I <i>liked</i> her. She was fun to be with. We made each other laugh. She enjoyed motherhood, and she enjoyed developing real friendship with her children. When I was a kid, she loved to play with me. When I became a young woman, she loved to get up early on Sunday morning and drink coffee with me, before anyone else was awake. Years later, when I was living half a world away, she loved talking on the phone with me, and exchanging care packages by mail. And she never did anything small or half-assed. A perfect example:</div>
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During one of our long phone conversations, I mentioned how much I missed American peanut butter. The peanut butter in New Zealand, I explained, just didn't taste right. I'd kill for just a slice of bread with Jif. A week later, a large box was left on my doorstep by the mail man. Instead of having a meter stamp, the box was covered in $1 postage stamps. Front, back, top, bottom...the box was covered in postage stamps. I laughed, cut open the box and found inside two one-gallon jars of Jif peanut butter. Industrial-sized. Enough to keep me in peanut butter for well over a year. I immediately phoned her, and we shared a laugh over the madness of the just over 100 stamps she'd stuck on the box, on a whim, because she thought it would be funny, and the massive jars of peanut butter. It was so typical of her, to do something in such a big way. Largesse applied to every aspect of her life. She wasn't just generous, she also loomed large. Her laugh was big. Her voice was big. Her personality was huge. When she entered a room, she filled it up. To me, she was a giant. The single most important person in my life - then, now, forever. </div>
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The irony lies in that my mother was all of 4' 11" tall. People who knew her find this difficult to believe. Even people who knew her for years -people who worked along side her - can't believe this is true. A giant in so many ways yet, physically, so very small. Short enough that her feet never touched the ground on a NYC bus. Being a superhero has nothing to do with height.</div>
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When I found this little lunchbox, the phrase "tiny, but mighty" popped into my head, and I knew this was meant to be. </div>
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