"I want to bury it here," I told them, "this is such a perfect place for it, and I want to leave it here forever."
"You need to make a box for it," Cha, the show organizer, said to me, "it's safer that way."
"Sure, I will make a coffin for my sculpture and take it back to where I found this creature, the Santa Clarita River."
I spent 7 days in the gallery alone and built a casket for my decaying sculpture.
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