Memory Bundle #4

It's around 2000 and Anchor Graphics the Printshop my partner, Marilyn Propp and I founded in 1990 is humming along, we are collaborating with artists, teaching workshops, hosting artists in residence and installing exhibitions. 

 A dear friend, Steven Campbell gave me a gift of buttons. To sew on a garment or charms for the shop.  For years they hung on the corkboard in the shop, and each time we moved they were carefully packed away, moved, then rehung.  

  That is until the last time. When I left Columbia College.  They were tossed in a box with all of the other mementos. 

 Unpacked.
Navy buttons

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