At least that’s what they call me here in America. Things have a lifespan. Mostly it is short because in America, some people want to sell more stuff. Many feel strange if their stuff is not new. The best, the newest version.
I must make an argument about this, as I feel trash has something to offer. Experience. Wisdom. The wisdom of the trash. My maker studied about Japanese tea bowls in school.
The Japanese are aware of their long history. Maybe that is what is wrong with America. We are adolescents as a country; we have not been around long enough to be wise.
The tea bowl above is beautiful mostly because of the broken and repaired lines. It is an old woman. It has been cupped in someone’s hands for generations; different someones who felt the heat of the tea inside and warmed themselves.
Some wise Japanese have gone further with their old and experienced tea bowls. They have outlined the broken parts with gold, and put them back together. They have emphasized the broken and wise parts. The bowl says “Look at my history”.
Above is an example of my maker’s work from the nineties. All of the bodies are that of my maker, and all the scars mark the history of her cancer, and make her a more experienced person. It is the same thing.
Here is my maker’s work, using just broken trash. This is not talking about experiencing history, it is history as it is old stuff.