This piece is being recycled, revamped, redone. It's first public showing was in my first semester at SNC in my most abhorred New Genres class (I can't tell you how much I disliked that class and yet consecutive classes became my favorite and it's in New Genres that I am now focused and applying for in grad schools)
The class hated this piece, a few generous
souls dug deep to produce a hesitant
compliment, that was posed more as a
question, as if they weren't sure about
what they were saying and needed
affirmation, which never came, so they
just sat down again with a confused charitable sigh.
It was on display outside and had some Hershey's kisses attached, but by the time the class arrived for inspection the local squirrels had attacked and devoured the chocolate. Presumable chocolate is as bad for squirrels as dogs and cats, so I now fear the little piggies suffered cardiac arrest as a result of being the only ones to appreciate this piece.
When first displayed, the junk board was on an old wooden easel - I think the addition of a bunch more junk and the shopping cart might make a difference...BUT, it's conception began with my being a pack rat - I collect junk, itty bitty junk specifically. I had extra large pickle jars filled with the stuff; stuff I had been collecting since childhood and most only had the memory of childhood not where it came from so I piled it all together and with glue gun in hand forever attached it to a painting I had made but didn't really like (mostly because I had sliced it up for whatever reason while listening to Eminem...note to self, don't paint while listening to Eminem).
Sadly, I still collect mini junk; seashells, pinecones, seed pods, and whatever else is interesting that I find on walks and will fit in my pocket ...the flotsam and jetsam of life.
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