Memory in Objects, in Places | Michael Yeargan, Scenic Designer

When I was a child, I had this old metal white painted bed that the paint was starting to chip off of. I just remember slowly chipping away at it with my finger nail - kind of like when you have a sunburn and you’re peeling away at the skin!

I was chastised and told to stop it, but couldn’t help myself. My parents kept saying they were going to repaint it, but never got around to it. It’s just one of those weird things one remembers that doesn’t really mean much of anything.