the devil doesn't need an advocate

In college I took a great class called The Fabricated Image, taught by Suellen Parker Shockley. The only rule for the projects we turned in was that there had to be a photograph in them, somehow. I made all kinds of crazy stuff in that class—pillows printed with photos of a drag queen’s leg, my first pop up dioramas, and heavily annotated journal entries detailing how I made a piece of work.