Form arrives from forms. Sometimes.
"The urge to destroy is a creative urge." Mikhail Bakunin
Lucien took these from a scanner/printer and created a picture of our garden.
This includes our house, garage, boat, dock, lake, and a forest fire on the bottom piece; the smoke extends into the top half which is a picture of the sunset on the left and a night scene on the right. A Mattheus Reinhart original.
Those eastern themes creep in everywhere...
Somewheat inspired by one of my father-in-law's pasttimes, I only lament that Lakeside security caught me before I could acquire one particular cigarette package.
I have collected a lot of springs.
Have I mentioned that I appreciate contrasting odd things?
Working with teenagers, sometimes inspiration strikes. I try to hit back.
Found this somewhere. I appreciate rusted bits of things, and giving them new purpose.
I had to ferret this away from Mattheus several times and sneakily compose this picture. I'm sure I'll find another cable adapter for him sometime...
When Coco was sick and Opal fell asleep early, Mattheus declared Boys' Night and we listened to Loretta Lynn, also known as "The Country Girl," and worked in the garage. The boys mostly drilled holes in wood.
Mattheus composed this all on his own. I just helped him finalize the wires. I appreciate the combination of the bamboo framework contrasted with the metal clamp.
It's amazing. Mattheus composed several pieces like this when he was Lucien's age. Seemingly, the "hanging stuff on other stuff in a wacky mobile" is a developmental stage, at least in our house, er...garage. This is Lucien's original composition and he insisted it hang in my room.
This is what you get when you put odd things together.
I love finding old frames and discovering what fits in them.
I found a couple laptops and my children have enjoyed dismantling them.
This is another example where the title is essential.
My father-in-law sent me this widget as a present. It just reminds me of Peter Falk in "Wings of Desire," a beautiful, incredible film.
Behind every great tinkerer is a child.
Nails.
The simplicity.
A friend, Gisela Wielki, makes remarkable pictures in a similar vein to mine. This reminds me of her.
My version of American Gothic.
This is a collection of found wire inspired by a barbed wire collection I saw in Fraser, CO.
This was originally my version of the Batmobile as collected along highway 40. It has not weathered well on the fence, and Batman has adventured away at the hands of my children.
Put together with odds.
Inspired by a vaguely similar picture in my local coffee shop, I wated to play with lines and curves on this scavenged frame.
This is the orchestral version of earlier wind chime variations.
I saw this overalls clasp and saw the picture. The Bill Hicks quote is a bonus.
Not to be outdone by his father, Mattheus compiled this hefty wooden truck picture.
I saw these tiles while in the left hand turn lane and returned later that day to collect them in the middle of a very busy road.
I occasionally find great pieces of wood.
This is a picture of technology at its tastiest.
Sometimes simple is better.
These pieces were all found at the beach: old piece of wood, gnarly metal, and shells.
The red metal piece inspired the poem.
I jumped out of the car in the turn lane, dragged this from the muck and handed it to my wife, in the passenger seat.
A simple and still effective chime.
This is a variation on the barbed wire collection. I find fascinating wires, and I find wires fascinating.
Old school meets new school.
I carved this for our garden gate, and when the gate finally came down, I saved it for future use.
Between the salvaged wood and framed works, a Valentine's memento.
I found this minute measuring device and the title came immediately.