One day my sister and I were scavenging our grandfather’s attic and we stumbled upon these intricate little boxes with slide covers and carved handles. We stuck them with glue against the walls that were inside our closets and those boxes became our secret treasure compartments where we’d collect and hide our findings, like comic book clippings and little mice figures that my sister made out of cloth material.
Then I grew up and boxes just stayed with me. Now I go to antique shops and buy old cigar boxes. I try to look for the old wooden ones that are dark and deeply stained so when I carve into the wood, the lighter colored or the unstained wood shows through and creates a good contrast to the carved images.
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