Personal Lucky Space Pennies

The inspiration for my project initially came from my roommate Maddie who, whenever she finds a "lucky penny" she gets so excited, one time I was with her when she found 2 in a row and was simply ecstatic. Her love of this childish but hey, profitable, exhuberance over the idea of "luck" makes me smile and that is where I got inspiration for the penny portion of my project. The "confession" aspect is kind of inspired by this picture I saw online a few months ago that was an abandoned building with something like "I will____" written over and over where people filled it in. I almost did the project in the fill in the list style but I wanted the cards to be more personal. I think I really wanted to do this project because I have been thinking a lot lately about how "lucky" though i'd personally say fortunate or grateful I am. I have a mom who was diagonosed with breast cancer last october an although the worst is not over I have confidence she will be fine, also on another note, to help me express my feelings being away from her I use the 3x5 and 4x6 cards to express my own little doodles about how I feel. Also final inspiration would originate from when I complain anywhere near my father who always responds with "you're lucky Jenny, do you know how lucky you are?" which sounds sweet but its always in his passive aggressive tone so i always respond with a "yes dad" but without the guilt factor, I know I am lucky, not as much as some and way more than others and I was really interested to see what people would put. Also considering its finals time I thought It would be the perfect time, as a way to put things in perspective. Unfortunately, although I thought my spot would be a good spot, I mis-calculated and I didn't get much participation, besides the class, about 5. What I hated were the oh 5-8 odd people who stopped and asked about the project and said it was a good idea but they didn't participate. (though...just saying, it would have been way better if I was allowed to write with clack on the cement, I was really bummed, not going to lie. The worst part of my project was carrying all of my supplies to Storke alone, my arms just about died, My backpack weighed 18 lbs on its own plus I had a bajillion pennies, and extract crap plus a poster board, a piece of plywood and a metal magnetic board. When I got there, My hands were purple and they were shaking so bad I couldn't write for like 10 minutes. heck I'm still sore. All in all though I actually really liked my project, I just wish I had more participation.