#objectpermanence

[the-fact-site]

Babies don’t have object permanence, meaning they think that anything they can’t see doesn’t exist. #FACT

[rubistudios]

⠀ 43/100⠀ ⠀ 1: It’s not ok to be squeamish about this, unless what bothers you is hundreds of dollars in lost cute undies. If you are gonna be all “Ooh, gross, period blood” I’m gonna be all “don’t be such a fifth grade boy.” FFS you are the result of a missed period. Evolve with us, please.⠀ ⠀ 2: Even the most prepared among us end up with period surprises. I am not the most prepared among us. I could fill a book with disaster stories.⠀ ⠀ 3: An ex once said “you’ve been doing this for over a decade, you think you’d be used to it.” That’s what people who have never bled through a super plus in 20 minutes say. There is no getting used to waking up covered in blood.⠀ ⠀ 4: Sure, I could buy black underwear, but that’s not nearly as fun as rainbow panties, or ones with little divers all over them.⠀ ⠀ #period #thisiswhywecanthavenicethings #undies #underpants #periods #periodssuck #the100dayproject #the100dayproject2018 #the100dayprojectOP #objectpermanence #significantobjects #stuff #tradingcard #tradingcards #affinitydesigner #virtualcabinetofcuriosities #art #autobiography #illustration

[the-fact-site]

Babies don't have object permanence, meaning they think that anything they can't see, doesn't exist. #FACT

[raisingantonioluis-blog]

Double hiding game: Hiding something under one cup and make him guess which cup it’s under. #objectpermanence #cognitivememory 
https://www.instagram.com/p/B0cgjEIA4M1/?igshid=mnbhuqjggp90

[mindfulmontessorian]

A simple shelf work I prepared for my son who will turn one next week. 😲 I just recently started preparing shelf material for him, and he always chooses this work first. #bellinabox #montessoriathome #minimalistMontessori #objectpermanence #openandclose #practicallife #toysforoneyearolds https://www.instagram.com/p/BrLhhAugSG6421Q81oLsJWohWzQoHu9BKMMfG00/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1pvjhn6nlitr2

[rubistudios]

103/100⠀ ⠀ My friend Bella has only ever used one perfume, it’s her signature scent. Not me. I can trace the evolutionary epochs of my life by the fragrance that escorted me through each one. Middle-school-me felt a bit too edgy (in the nerdiest spelling-bee-champ-straight-A-student way possible) for the OG Love’s Baby Soft, so I went with rain scent. This is not my last rain perfume. There was also a phase in my twenties marked by both grass and dirt perfume. Looking back, I can see I needed a little grounding—and had also been at sea for a while.⠀ ⠀ I’m currently on my second bottle of Flowerbomb—which is usually the death knell for any scent for me. Three squirts into my second bottle of Mark Jacobs and I was over it, just like with Issey Miyake. An earlier era, I woke up one day and couldn’t bear the overpowering nose of my beloved Angel. Now I can smell it three aisles away in a grocery store and always wonder why someone is wearing such an overpowering nighttime scent during the day.⠀ ⠀ Just for shits and grins, recently I gave myself a few squirts of Benneton Colors, what I smelled like in high school (when I didn’t carry the characteristic waft of McDonald’s French fries after work.) I expected a lighthearted fun experience. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It made my brain hurt, I had to drive home and jump in the shower. I still think fondly of it, but I now know there is no going back.⠀ ⠀ #the100dayproject #the100dayprojectOP #objectpermanence #stuff #virtualcabinetofcuriosities #art #autobiography #illustration #perfume #smellgood

[rubistudios]

100/100⠀ ⠀ As part of my MFA studio work, I experimented with embroidery and food. I stitched into beef jerky, toast, saltines, lemons, melons, and even McDonald’s cheeseburgers. I sewed vintage purple lace around one burger bun, and beads atop another. I displayed them in my studio for a show, then promptly forgot about them. After the weekend they were still sitting on my studio bench, fine, a bit dry, but not even vaguely gross. I threw them into a box, and again forgot about them. Two months later, drier but still not vaguely gross, I invited them to hang out in my kitchen cupboard while hubby and I worked on a boat we took to Thailand from Florida. Almost one year later I returned home and walked through the front door straight to see how they were doing. They were gone. All four people who had access to my house during that time claim they did not touch them. ⠀ I wasn’t done with the cheeseburgers—I wanted to see what would happen. Back in school to finish up my MFA, I revisited my McDonald’s cheeseburger. This time I commemorated the purchase date by gluing rhinestones onto the bun: 7-29-8. Three days later I gave the same treatment to a Twinkie. 8-1-8. I nicknamed them Patty and Pammy.⠀ So, it’s been 10 years. They’ve never seen the inside of a fridge, nor have they seen anything that looks like mildew, rot, mold, or decay. I’ve had ants and mice, and any other crawling thing the South can offer. The mice prefer my dirty underpants. Nothing in the natural world recognizes this as food.⠀ I probably shouldn’t have been so cavalier about them. While they’ve mostly lived in my wine rack, they've a few chunks missing from being toted around in my bag. The original wrapper feels soft and fabric-y. They mostly look old and desiccated.⠀ This food is not actually food.⠀ With the help of my friend @perblkbird at Location Gallery in Savannah we’ve created a group art show called “Fast Food?” to celebrate the 10th birthday. The show opens tomorrow, Friday night July 13. Patty and Pammy will be there. It’s open to the public. ⠀ ⠀ #mcdonalds #cheeseburger #the100dayproject #the100dayproject2018 #the100dayprojectOP #objectpermanence #fastfood? (at Location Gallery)

[rubistudios]

94/100⠀ ⠀ One summer in college, my parents were away a bit and we may have used it as an opportunity for entertaining. Four of their five kids worked at McDonald’s down the street, so that was the better part of our social life. During a spell when she was home, my mom changed my brother’s sheets and found a pair of women’s underpants. She asked about them. He’d honestly never seen them before and managed to stammer “I think they’re Tina’s, she slept here one night when they got out of work real late.” (I’m thinking he’d never been as far as second base by then, so panties were out of his ballpark.) A crafty lie, and believable, Tina was a close family friend who lived a whopping 5 miles away. I guess since my mom has four daughters, she’s used to seeing underpants everywhere, so the story didn’t sound fishy to her at all. ⠀ ⠀ Flash forward a few weeks. My brother, who maybe weighed 90 pounds, had been carrying a 50-pound frozen fry box up a crazy steep flight of stairs at McDonalds. Towards the top slipped on a greasy patch and fell backwards down the stairs with the box. Since we lived so close, the manager called my mom. When she arrived, my brother was sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs, very disoriented, Tina by his side, looking after him. My mom surveyed the scene from the top of the stairs and shouted “TINA! TINA! WE HAVE YOUR UNDERPANTS!” Then she asked about my brother.⠀ [names may or may not have been changed]⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #mcdonalds #underpants #the100dayproject #the100dayproject2018 #the100dayprojectOP #objectpermanence #significantobjects #stuff #tradingcard #tradingcards #affinitydesigner #virtualcabinetofcuriosities #art #autobiography #illustration