In college I decorated my apartment with found objects- fruit crates left on the curb outside the Chinese grocery, driftwood and barnacled rocks from the beach, old bottles from the trash and the occasional student art project donated by friends.
Occasionally I actually made something to display as art. Usually junking it a couple of years later because it never seemed really good enough. Sometimes it really wasn’t and turned bedraggled and dusty and embarrassing before I found something to replace it with.
In the last couple of years, I’ve managed to purge the last bits of my hippie past and the later “better” stuff too. Paring down.
But I’ve wanted for a while to find a big piece of art work for my living room. Last year I found a print I liked, but it doesn’t really fill the space as well as I would like. I can’t afford to buy a canvas as big enough to fill the space, either, even if I had a suitable place to actually paint something. Like an apartment with more than one window that opens and no inquisitive cats.
But sometimes life comes along and hands you exactly what you need. Sometimes it’s something you never thought you’d see again. Like these:
3 of these on the wall will fill the space nicely.
Where did they come from you ask? Well I made them 25+ years ago for a corporate event. They have been stored all this time in a warehouse- property of the company that produced the event and hired me to make them. The company dissolved some time ago and the former owner decided it was now time to purge.
They will probably get dusty. In the future, they may even be embarrassing. But for now they will do just fine.
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Left to go: 19927
I have passed the hump and headed toward the finish but it would sure be a lot easier if I didn’t have a cat on my lap digging her claws into my thigh.