The customs agent looked at my list and eyed me suspiciously.
“Yes”, I said, and happily held up my small plastic bag of delicious patina. Clearly he did not understand my enthusiasm. I had just spent hours inside a small Canadian junk store hunting for “smalls” and there were drawers and shelves full of treasures. With each new exclamation of joy I uttered, the store owner had to come and look at what I had found and share in the pleasure of discovery. We were fellow junk hunters bonding.
Customs, on the other hand, was not a bonding experience. But the agent did send me on my way with no extra hassles.
As an assemblage artist, I need a large stash of vintage objects, some of which I have no idea what they are. They just look interesting. Sometimes I feel like Gollom when I get home and lay out my Precious stash. After sufficient oohing and ahhing, I sort and either display them on shelves or put them in labeled drawers.
Unlike Gollom though, I am pleased to relinquish my treasures for the right project. A watch, for instance, which appeared here, was a gift from friends who were clearing out their basement. In fact, I got at least 5 old watches that evening and since time is always a theme for me, I am delighted to have them. The act of repurposing old objects is part of my attraction to assemblage. It’s a gathering of old stories drawn together to create new stories.
“You Can’t Take it With You” was inspired by an old money drawer I bought from Aurora Mills Architectural Salvage. Look at this beauty!
Along the way, each of these assemblages will shift and morph into their own beings… sometimes departing completely from the original impetus and requiring a new name. The thrill, for me, is that they all live inside of my head for a time and we have daily (or middle of the night…) conversations. They tell me their stories and I listen. And then I start rooting around in my stuff…