What trips your trig­ger? For me, it’s aban­doned metal, cracked and chipped paint on an old piece of wood, an old chest of draw­ers with the legs miss­ing… rusted ele­ments of some for­got­ten automobile.

I re-​purpose dis­cards and turn them into art. I assem­ble items some­one left behind and cre­ate mean­ing­ful (?) dis­so­nance. It’s a col­lage of three-​dimensional pro­por­tions. Con­nected by wires, glue, screws, nails, string… more pieces of objects left behind.

It’s the ulti­mate form of recy­cling — turn­ing man’s factory-​produced detri­tus into art. It accen­tu­ates man’s ephemeral existence.

I shy away from plas­tic, though. It just doesn’t con­form to my will. I sup­pose I could uti­lize tech­niques involv­ing spray foam skins or melt­ing but plas­tic just doesn’t do it for me. Metal, wood, paper… rock, stone, glass.

And but­tons and clay.

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