semi-daily musings from a sentimental fool.

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Tuesday, May 11, 2010

one man's trash.

It's amazing to me how wonderful the most ordinary things can become when married to each other. Each little object has a story to tell, but when put together, they become something else, altogether. It takes effort to see things not as they are, but how they can be. The lace "curtain" you see here is actually an unfinished cross-stitch that had been long since tossed out and the oval frame behind it is a rough-carved piece of tramp art. The artifacts on the small dresser below it are simply twigs bundled with jute, but when placed next to the carved wooden bird, they take on a new meaning.
The collection pictured in the top image makes the sublime out of ordinary things, too: toy chairs under a glass dome elevates them to the rare and special things that they are and 4 porcelain wheels from the very dresser upon which they sit become unique specimens loved for their sculptural form. The artwork on the wall is by Texas artist Brandon Petree and is comprised of individual ledger sheets, tiled and put together, in an artful way, with numbers stenciled on it.
The lesson here is this: one man's trash is another man's work of art. Be careful what you so willingly discard.
I just might be there to get it.


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