Why I've chosen old worn objects
rather than new or salvaged forms of the electronic information age often perplexes me.
Yet my interest is innately drawn to the human wear shown in the found objects.
Objects are inherently symbols of their utility and history.
For instance a three prong Louisiana frog gig is also Neptune's trident. Objects evolve into
symbols through a process of forming mental images. A hoe is a hoe, but even the alliteration
of that phrase creates a mental image of ill repute.
Some remnant of life is held in the worn object.
on the left..... cast bronze pressed flowers
on the right.... a loaf of bread being eaten by weevils
Beneath the shell embedded in plaster is a Braille alphabet behind glass.
The combination of used objects each loaded with personal symbols and interpretations
into a single piece of art reflects a life paralleled in the wear of the individual objects.