Been working my little collage fingers to the bone. Well, that ain’t really true, because it went from collage to assemblage in one fell swoop. Blammo… it started when I found these provocative
matchbooks in the pile o’what can I do with this? stuff in the studio desk drawer. Rather than just have the matches sitting around collecting dust bunnies — I plucked out the flammable portion and commenced to frame the little suckers. Then, once framed and snappy snippy, I used the matchbook — faux — art as background for the cigar box rooms I’m creating. Sound wacko? It is. Assemblage art is only for the bonkers and the wacko of those of us who can handle the insidious side-by-side of disparate objects.
The juxtaposition of the anachronistic parts. Or, in other words, I ate coffee cake for dinner and, while waiting to splode, art came into my foreground. And then there’s Rox, who was spayed today and is in her kennel, snoring. Bless her big ol’ heart. We do love that dog. Come to think of it, she’s an Assemblage Hound Dog. Made from many parts… a compilation of goodness, Rottweiler, Shar Pei, who knows what all.
Back to vintage matchbooks — I store mine in archival plastic (?) sleeves. Bought some made to fit and I have about 20 pages filled so far… maybe more. The matches came from an auction in Farmville, NC about a year ago. I bid of a large carton of “stuff” and didn’t really have time to check contents ahead of time. Saw a couple old books and so I bid. For $5.00 I bought 10 fruit cake boxes (about 1⁄2 cigar box in size but similar make) full of matchbooks from all over the world. Fascinating collection, it’s been a blast going through them. Click on the Vintage Matchbook link above to see some of them.
If anyone is interested in vintage matchbooks and wants me to add more to my gallery, let me know — or if you want to buy them… hell, I can part with some of them. contact macewan at assemblagist dot com (not .org as this site)
