Two of my most loved possessions: Miniature oil paintings of cloudy days on magnet-backed MDF by Andrew Mastriani.
He gave one or two to each of the students in Claudia Matzko's thesis; many more to friends I'm sure; all similar in tone, both visual and emotional. They've lived now on my fridges and studio doors, places I only summered and above my desk at various jobs. They live now, on the verso of our front door; something I look at on the way out everyday. A reminder of my art school days; a reminder of the paintings I wish I had bought at student prices; a reminder of the talent I conspired with; a reminder that sometimes it's the small pieces, the easy ones, that most naturally inhabit the word Art.