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(a portrait of the artist as a young pup)
I was born at a very young age to my two parents. The only thing bad about my childhood (other than getting housebroke) didn’t happen until I was about thirty-five years old. That’s when I learned that my great-great-something grandfather was a pirate on a sailing ship. What a marvelous thing to find out in middle age. Chicks really dig that sort of thing and I could have made good use of that info in grade school.
I’m sure my interest in found object art began because of my dad’s job. He was a cashier for a bus company for decades. He was also in charge of the Lost and Found, and the volume of stuff that people leave behind on a bus is almost unbelievable. After 30 days (or whatever the policy was) all the stuff was up for grabs. So just about every day the clock ran out on a batch of stuff and it came home with him (he rode the bus).
Lots of stuff, over the years (I was eleven before I knew that the right glove was supposed to look like the left). But far more interesting than gloves and umbrellas were the smalls: jackknives, jewelry, keys – all manner of trinkets. I grew to like playing around with stuff and graduated to just liking stuff for its own sake.
I used to think people who needed pathways to get around in their house were kind of mental but I don’t think that anymore. Some people just like stuff around them. I suppose some are making up for childhood deprivation but not all are. Take a moment and look up some pictures of Alexander Calder’s studio. I’ll wait for you.
(dum de dum … do-dah …do-dah) There. See what I mean? That’s my kind of guy. My kind of studio. Looks like a tornado in a hardware store.
That’s about all you need to know about me for now. I’ll answer further questions you may have as long as they don’t delve too deeply into my privates. Meanwhile, we’ll go straight to the gutz.
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