The first diorama I ever constructed was in fourth grade. What began an empty shoebox ended in a replica of my bedroom. I loved the detail of it. That’s how far back my obsession goes, and it led to this.
I lived with a boyfriend in a tiny apartment who complained about our claustrophobia relationship and how he felt the walls were closing in. So one night, with him passed out on the floor again, I boxed him up in my masterpiece; A tiny apartment. A perfect replica. Took months to complete. I’m so proud of it.
I have pictures.