The following are some of the most loved things around here. Stuff that shows its history is most meaningful. Ghosts of things. Things that have BEEN places and in others’ hands. This little desk was in an old barn made of railroad car wood and was on the property Glenn bought in 1974. It sat in that barn until my discovery in 2008. I love it. It has no drawer, but who cares?
The little black hoof-like feet are original. Just had to take a picture of it on the piazza we are laying.
Some child, at some time, made stars. We preserved them.
Found this old aluminum lawn chair in a dumpster. It had been painted many colors in its life. Used a tool and dug into the last paint job, the black, and revealed other colors as I chose. Then it was protected with a thick “varnish” for metal. Where to put it? The decision wasn’t difficult. I have had this amazing ceramic piece for decades. They were made for each other.
The following two pictures are not very good, but they illustrate how I added color to the walls of my home when renovating, and how color is discovered in my sculptural work. Above with the lawn chair, the same thing was done. Scrape or sand away layers of color to reveal the color history of the thing. This house was built in 1939 and a lot of life has taken place here. I let it show.
Below is the back of the house just after we moved it to our acreage.
So, it makes sense that my aesthetic should one that celebrates the history of a thing. The Japanese call it wabi. Or sabi.