Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Time-Travel Tuesday

Here's a little piece of art I crafted sometime right around the turn of the century. Mind you, I still equate 'turn of the century' with 1900, but this piece came into being about thirteen years ago at the turn of a different century!

I used to have a small entrepreneurial business called art❤️warmers for seven years, but that is a story for another day.

Today's story is the fun of remembering the origins of the various layers of this piece, each layer of which is a larger fuller story in its own right, also for another day.

For now:

• the hearts were drawn into a styrofoam meat tray, inked up, and printed as part of a once-a-month get-together of yore called Round of Art at My Table with friends Anne, Joan, and Linda,

• the hearts were printed on paper that was from a stash of remnants from the printing business where the husband of a friend worked,

• the printed music came from a hymnal sold at a fundraiser yard sale,

• the black foam was scrap from the gasket company where my husband used to work, and

• the mat board was garnered from a frame business willing to donate its scraps.

Happy anniversary, B&K!

The Real Deal
4x4"; mixed media assemblage on matte board
[gift]

6 comments:

carol edan said...

Sweet naive simplicity! How lovely to find "old" pieces. Lovely gift!

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Thanks, Carol! Yes, fun to make use of this previously created piece and to be reminded of how long-lived is the thread in my life of bringing unrelated bits of this and that into cohesive, greater-than-the-sume-of-the-parts relationship : )

Lola (Jen Jovan) said...

There is something extra precious about assemblage. It makes me stop, notice, explore and wonder. This piece is like "Flea Market Flip" on a microscopic level. Absolutely wonderful.

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Flea Market flip on a microscopic level! Brilliant précis!

Agreed, assemblage is such a gift of stopping, noticing, exploring, connecting, and wonderment.

Sheila said...

I thought it was matboard, not foam. What a wonderful, squishy surprise! So nice to see this (mine, not mine) again. My gift has been sitting wrapped, in my to frame stack. But that is on my to do list for tomorrow :) YAY!
A JOYous gift indeed :)

dotty seiter: now playing said...

Sheila, fun that this piece has additional significance to you—glad that you found out that the black sheet was foam. Someday I may tell a story or two from when Dave worked in sales at a family-owned company that made gaskets and metal stampings for all manner of things. Sweet to know that you will be framing tomorrow : )

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