| By taking former creature comforts and turning them into extra-terrestrial pleasing objects.
There are embryonic forms of art in the ubiquitous urban glut. Not only am I recycling objects but I am also recycling my thoughts. Here are parts of beds that very well may have played a role in conceiving life but that are now enjoying a second life by playing a role in the conception of art. This and other long neglected detritus take the materials into a new realm. The attention to materials results in my appreciation of such things.
Even my major transformations of this parts, it is impossible to totally eliminate their previous utilitarian functions. The expanding and contracting movements of the convertible couch now allows for folding Winds and dipping heads . The old had moveable functions that were strong and safe so that’s the new. Now the function is the same but the end differs. The artist must play a role, in whatever form incurrent social problems. I deal with consumerism , waste and refused by recycling physical materials by transforming cast offs into three dimensional dreams of fantasy . From the bed in which dreams occurs, I arrive at sculptural dreams. The joining bridge from past to present is the unmistakable noise of the movable parts. Folding heads and dipping wings do not erase the sounds of a convertible couch been pulling out for sleep.
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