. . . until it isn’t anymore.
I’m definitely not one of those people who keeps everything because I might use it later.
In fact, at one point in my life I had a rule that I couldn’t own more than 100 things (1. Toothbrush. 2. Computer. 3. Pencil . . . ). After a while I failed to see the point in that exercise and dropped the unrealistic standard.
Still. That mindset kind of follows me around.
I hate “stuff.”
It’s kind of ironic, considering I’m an artist.
All art is is “stuff . . . ” right?
Today I looked at a piece of wood that I’d been using to draw on or to accidentally drip paint on or to generally abuse. It had newspaper stuck all over it from when I soaked up a paint spill and only sort of cleaned up after myself. I had been planning to just chuck it or burn it or something.
For some reason that didn’t seem like the right choice to me this time.
I coated it in a layer of glue so as to properly seal all the junk that had dried or gotten stuck on its surface. Then I made a couple drawings on tracing paper (so the texture would show through) and glued them on as well.
The piece is only just started, but it’s made of garbage.
Not scraps I saved to make into art . . . just garbage.
Maybe it won’t be garbage by the time I’m through.
To see the art piece I eventually made from the garbage, click here.