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Artist Yayoi Kusama's “The Obileration Room” is on display through March 12 at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane, Australia. Photo Credit http://thedailywh.at

This “domestic installation” would have caused me so much anxiety as a child – WHERE DO I PUT THE STICKER!? (is what I would have been thinking as I frantically looked for a place to stick my colorful, circle stickers. WHERE!?!?) Stickers are just so permanent…

Luckily, Australian children didn’t have as much trouble as I would have. Artist Yayoi Kusama let a bunch of kids in Brisbane at the Gallery of Modern Art do an extreme home makeover on her entirely white space. Kids were given colorful circle stickers and allowed to run wild.

The space is called “The Obileration Room” and is on display through March 12. at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane, Australia.

I love the way this space looks. Would it be weird to re-create this look in my own kitchen???

Artist Yayoi Kusama's “The Obileration Room” is on display through March 12 at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane, Australia. Photo Credit http://thedailywh.at

Artist Yayoi Kusama's “The Obileration Room” is on display through March 12 at the Gallery of Modern Art in Brisbane, Australia. Photo Credit http://thedailywh.at

– Ann Erling Gofus

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I wanted to take a moment from regular Musely postings and write about a cause close to my heart.

© Tayler Aubin

I’m not a particularly shy person and never have been, but when I started 9th grade at my high school it was like all the courage was sucked out of me. I vividly remember my first day of class, my unsteady feet under my corduroy skirt and clinging to my few friends I knew from grade school.

A couple days into school I accidentally smeared charcoal all over the front of my shirt AND my only friends were out sick that day (amazing, I know, that all 3 were sick on the same day). It was a bad day. I was embarrassed and lost – I remember scanning the lunch room for a place to sit and feeling like I couldn’t breathe, like everyone was watching me, like I was some kind of helpless, friendless weirdo.

So, I ate lunch in a bathroom stall.

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