The thing is impressive, I'll give them that, if a little beige. Luckily the card at the craft table was much brighter, and Meg was soon colouring and constructing her own cardboardobile. You weren't able to race your own, unfortunately, but we did look through the chicken wire windows into the auto-cardboard-drome as remote controlled vehicles shot past.
Around the gallery walls were various other sculptures advertising the full and versatile nature of the material. Insects dangled from the ceiling, a city was piled up in one corner, and a scary monster guarded the door. I'll never again flatten a cereal box to recycle it!
Welcome to Cardburg 2012. And who's that in the corner?
It is the ever supercute Meg. Here, concentrating very hard.
The plan.
The execution.
Inside the cardboard cauldron of car carnage.
Meg moves onto decorating. This one's a VW Golf, like her car at home.
Cardboard city.
Although they do have an insect problem.
Scary.
Not scary. At least, not right at that moment.