Granfalloon

My friend recently asked a relatively simple question in a group chat that I have going with a few women I’ve known since middle school. Her question: Anyone ever have anything professionally framed? She followed the question with, “Holy shit it’s expensive.” In an instant I was mentally transported to my college days as an art student, specifically the final month-ish when I was preparing for the senior show. Most of my memories of that time are fond ones, like the endless hours spent in the art building with my friends, drinking coffee and eating pizza and listening to The Who. Oh yeah, and feverishly painting/drawing/carving/sculpting/wanting to die like our lives depended on it.  So I’ll never forget the moment that our professors announced, fairly last minute, that we would need to have all of our work properly framed (assuming the work was two-dimensional, like a painting or drawing). Everything that I planned to show was oil-pastel-on-paper and therefore would need to be framed,