tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55346292011-04-21T18:44:18.275-05:00Pictures and words reflecting objects I've found and collected.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027484524271688671noreply@blogger.comBlogger721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534629.post-31790658534743356812007-11-03T17:30:00.000-05:002007-11-03T17:33:06.449-05:00

I found this wood board in Ukranian Village on my way home from the Empty Bottle last night. I was on my bike and I saw the sea horse and I had to stop and pick it up. The back side seems to have a truck or a cargo car from a train on it.

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I found this in the trunk of somebody's car. I was hanging out with an old friend named Dave and his friends. Dave was in town visiting. I'd never met the other poeple. It was the night of one of the first big blizzards of 05. They picked me up. Four blocks from my house we got a flat. The five of us got out of the car. It took five of us to fix it (well, it took one of me, one of Dave,

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I was at Ikea toward the end of December and I found this one-legged figure sculpture. These are popular for artists who want a model to work from in order to draw/paint/sculpt a body in realistic contortions and proportions. I also found this red teddy bear, which for purposes of this post, is mostly a backdrop for Gimpy. I've long had an affinity for things that are imperfect. For me,

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I really like how this vaguely looks adversarial. Like there's a fight in progress. A battle of physical will. It's very subtly there, but it's definitely what I see. The way the figure on the right seems to be curling forward and the one on the left seems to be recoiling. This other pic shows it a little more. Especially the dramatic shadow. I've no idea where I found this piece, though

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Some may recall my reading a book called The Golden Ratio. The book was about the number 'Phi,' (pronounced "fee") which is this crazy non-repeating fractional number that has all sorts of weird and various appearances in the natural world. At my store, we got a pointsettia plant for the holidays from the woman who owns the lab we work with and when it's leaves fall from its stem, they dry up

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These guys are from the archive. I took this pic a while back at a theatre space I was showing where they were also exhibiting art. I don't know if it was intended as art or just as fun interactive stuff to do, but they'd put out Play-Doh for patrons to play with and apparently some budding sculptor created this wonderfully lewd, tongue-in-cheeky scene.

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Beware the shower monster. It is green and it has one giant eye and it watches you while you do your bathroom things. It hangs near your shower and has a tough green terry-cloth hide and a little thing that hangs from its neck like a turkey's waddle. This particulare shower monster is named "Steve." He's friendly, but moody. Sometimes Steve throws Corn Nuts at me when I shower and it's very

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I've no idea where I found the metal squiggle. It may have been here at d/vision optical, during the initial construction...yeah that's probably it. I definitely don't know from whence it came. Meaning, what operation or manipulation of metal caused this specific squiggle of continuous metal shaving. I love the shape, though. I don't know what it reminds me of. Perhaps the squiggle on

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DarkStar was this b-level super heroine from Russia in the Marvel Comic universe. She not-too-long-ago bit the big one in a semi-gruesome and, some say, gratuitous way. I remember reading on a chat board how "irresponsible" and "cruel" it was to kill her with such an utter lack of respect. This is just a little anecdote to familiarize yourself with how idiotic some comic book nerds can be.

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I was walking along Wicker Park, on Damen, when I saw this container on the ground. The label coloring, the whiteness of the contents inside...I thought for sure it must be that tasty marshmallow treat, Fluff. Excitedly, I used my foot to roll it over and to my chagrin and dismay it was merely ruffles ranch chip dip. Oh, cruel universe, tantalizing me with the wonder of fluff and giving me the

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I took this picture Thanksgiving morning on the Blue Line Chicago stop. There were actually two escalator steps in a row that said "OK," which was I liked so much, but I'd already waited once for the stairs to cycle through and felt a little conspicuous - and I was in a little hurry. I definitely need to get over that whole conspicuousness thing, though. Was Diane Arbus worried about looking

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I was walking into K-Mart yesterday and there were three bums outside conversing. One of them said to the other, "You come to K-mart to go to the bathroom. You come to go to the bathroom, for butts and for fifteen cent pops." So, there you have it. That's why you go to K-Mart. Just a little Found Conversation.

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A friend of mine found this card a while ago and, knowing of my love of found objects, gave it to me. I don't know the origin, but it definitely looks like a grade-schooler authored it and (assumably) he didn't like Bush. The obvious reference to multiple-choice questionnaire I think confirms the theory of a middle-school mentality. I find it interesting that this person actually fears the end

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These are the objects I found on Halloween night. The feather came off a girl's costume as she entered the bathroom. The eight of clubs literally fell into my hand as I danced on the dancefloor of the Texas Ballroom. I know not from whence it came. Halloween was a surreal, mystifying night, so it really didn't phase me that I found it literally in mid-air. The broken ruler was merely found

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I mean...I just - well, I'm speechless. How goddamn awesome is the periwinkle x? It is soft and foamy and has a footprint mark on it. You can't see it in this picture, but I can assure you that it is there. It reminds me of treasure maps, X marks the spot, lavender-colored X-rated movies. I don't remember where I found it, but I did and you can't have it.

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It looked alive, but it was lifeless. Amidst the fauna of a succulent jade tree, it had expired. Its life extinguished. So unlike its normal states of flutter and industry. Cold and still, like a soft, plush child's toy. Beautiful still, and yet distressingly taboo. Death. It is so strangely alien, though it happens every day. It is always mourned and often ignored. And on the other side

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How old is this person, do you think? The first on her (and why do I assume it's a her, anyway? I always have, since I first found it, but there's no real indication of that and I've taken it for granted from the beginning...interesting) list is a reference to a "legends" of the 60's music cd comp. Feel free to call the toll-free number and check it out - I haven't but I bet it would be cool.

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This doll outfit KICKS MY ASS! I found it in the street near my house and it was just lying there, looking pathetic and a little scary. Where was the doll? Poor naked doll somewhere. I sorta want to make a crazy stuffed baby out of it, one day. With maybe an antelope head. Or maybe a fish head. Yeah, a fish-headed baby. It's also kind of gross, as most found objects are. I mean, if it

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This picture was taken quite a while back. All of the objects were found around my neighborhood and all within a relatively short time period. Blue has been my favorite color for a long time. From the age 19 to 20, I wore only blue outfits and only bought blue clothes. For Christmas, at around the same time, my then-boyfriend got me 23 blue presents, including chocolate-covered blueberries

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This cocktail Napkin was found by the Tell.Tale.Artist and given to me, because he knows I like found stuff and he is sweet like that. I'm not sure where he found it, but I'm pretty sure he told me. I wanna say it was sitting on the bar at CANS in Wicker Park, where he occasionally works and more frequently patronizes. On this side we see a pyramid which I'm guessing tries to illustrate an

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When I was in New York last month, I went to a restaurant/bar called The Park, which gets its name from the word "Park" on the sign from its previous function: a parking garage. Anyway, on Sundays, the Park is really crowded and gay. I saw this sitting on the bar downstairs. It was the bar with the coolest looking bartender. I asked him if I gave him a dollar, could I have the "One Trick

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I just got back from seeing Michael Moore's new movie, "Farenheit 9/11." This was a very compelling film. I consider it every American's patriotic duty to see this movie and try will all the will they can muster to fully grasp the ramifications of what our "elected" commander-in-chief has contributed in doing. The "War on Terror" seemed like such rhetoric even as it was shoved down our throats

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I'm sure I will eventually find a home for these cute little folding castles. OK, that sounded really gay. But anyway, they're cool. I get to use a found object that intimates at being a castle and they're in perfect condition. I found like two or three of them in the same stash in which I found those useful items I've mentioned as well as the Math Angels from my previous entry. I think

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A few weeks ago I found several useful items by the garbage in my alley and posted the useful items in one post, but I didn't post the "non-useful" items because I thought they were interesting enough to post on their own. This bundle of wire, which is a galvanized steel wire with which I am very familiar because I use it very often in my own artwork, was in exactly this shape when I found it.

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I have quite a few reflector shards in my collection, but none with these cool stripes. As I am getting more interested in using light in my art pieces, reflectors are becoming more useful. The stripes remind me of something living, like a leopard or a zebra. It's the ambiguity of organic and artificial that drew me to this piece. I don't recall now where I found it. I REALLY need to

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There is something achingly poetic about the image of these two broken keys. They remind me of doomed lovers who were destined to die if they stayed together but chose to anyway. It's an archetypal kind of image. Maybe a little like the lovers from Dante's Inferno? What were their names? Paolo and Francesca? I forget. It's been ten years since I've read the Inferno. I guess it's

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I found such cool stuff in my alley yesterday. I found both things of artistic interest and things I can use. This post is just going to be about things I can use because I don't have much to say about them except how useful they are. First is this handy chest of plastic drawers. I couldn't believe someone was throwing it out. Maybe it's just cuz I have a studio and have a particular use (i.e

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Geometry, industrialism, chain imagery, metallicness all attribute to my liking of this object. Other than that I have to admit, it's pretty boring. As I've been working on more artwork, though, I'm realizing that my collection of found objects is not as substantial as it needs to be if I'm going to be serious about making art out of it. There's a Wicker Park-wide garage sale coming up, I hope

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The pages and the hypodermic needle are from the same location, which was near a dumpster just off 18th and Market. The ribbon was wrapped our napkins at a wedding (the datails of which you can read at my hub). The hypodermic needle says on the side that it's for insulin only, but being in SF, I sort of imagined it was for heroin, which is very popular there. One of the pages is in French,

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I found this little guy in a garbage can on Damen at the end of my block. I put him in my pocket and he stayed there for MONTHS. I would rub him imagining good luck. He is made of this polished plaster that, when you rub it, it feels like it is wet. It's really weird. I often call things that feel this way "sweating" things, eventhough I know they are not really sweating. I'm not stupid,

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audio post powered by audblog At the end of this, if you turn it up, you can hear my friend Eric go "cut it out." He's sleeping and we were trying to wake him up. I wanted him to say "Five more minutes," again, but he didn't.

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audio post powered by audblog This is a portion of a song performed by Life at Sea at the club Schuba's in Chicago. I enjoyed them quite a bit. Bought their album. I even bought the live performance from that night, of which I was less impressed.

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I see gloves on the ground all the time. I'm sure we all do. I actually saw a PAIR of them on the ground on my way to the bus today. I almost never see that. Anyway, for a long time I've had the idea of putting together called theotherglove.com, which would just be a place to report found gloves. In my imagination, it turns into this huge on-line lost and found. It's totally voluntary,

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The thing that first caught my eye about this feather was that it was white. I usually only see brown-ish feathers, and already have a lot of them. It was also fluffier than most of the duck feathers I usually see. So, as I stepped over it, I paused and looked closer, and I saw that it was covered in blood and some green stuff that I can't identify. Gross. So my gut reaction was to abandon

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I enjoy the naturally occurring spots on these branch segments. They remind me of the leopards of the tree kingdom. If I use these in artwork, they get to have this cool artistic pattern, but at the same time represent nature. I found the spotted sticks on Damen. I don't remember where I was going. I do remember I had just left my house, was not going home. There's not really much else

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I don't quite remember where I picked up this little gem from the archives, but it was quite some time ago. Years, probably. This is the kind of object I would consider donating to Found Magazine, but I am just too attached to this kind of funny stuff. My main interest for a while has been how my found objects can be worked into art, but I always love picking up stuff that I really don't

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I found this in the street on Damen. I just like the color (which has not appeared very brilliantly in the image, but you'll just have to trust me that it's pretty). I also like that it's actually a bead, which can be used in jewelry making or can be strung, for whatever purpose. I also had a dream recently where the shape of this dream surfaced in my subconscious.

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On the way to and from Filter today, walking down Damen, I found these objects. I just decided to post them all together because it was such a good group of finds. On the top of the picture, we see a few potter shards. There are little snowflakes on it, so it's probably from some sort of seasonal item. The colors of all the images are a bit whitewashed because I had to turn up the brightness

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Have you ever heard anyone say that Coke tastes better from a glass bottle than from any other source? I suppose I used to say it. It might even be true. This bottle top will go with my collection of glass items. Part of this project is to help me categorize my items. My goal is to have them all in clear plastic boxes in my studio so catalogued in a way that I can look through them

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I don't remember where I found this, but I think it was on Damen, in Wicker park. It may eventually become the background for this page, if I ever get around to re-designing it. I think the drawing is of a birthday picnic for a gem-eyed monster who is happy. Above, the sun sleeps lazily. There was no signature. The image was taken with a camera rather than scanned, which leads me to

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audio post powered by audblog We went out for food to a restaurant in Andersonville on Friday night. Calo is a restaurant that advertises live music and they deliver. The band consisted primarily of either Philipino-Americans or latin-Americans, I'm not sure. The female vocalis, who wore a shimmery red-sequens halter top, was the only caucasian. She was the only one who danced in the band,

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I have lots of pieces that are broken or whole pieces of glass. I like the effect glass has on light when light is filtered through it, whether the glass is clear or colored. What I was especially attracted to about this broken corbel bottle was the label, which looked old-timey. I found it on the ground somewhere, I can't remember now, and I fortunately had a plastic bag with me (for picking

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audio post powered by audblog This is a song performed by The Coughs when they played with The Flying Luttenbachers at Fireside Bowl on February 28th, 2004. Sorry about the long delay intro. AudBlog really needs some rudimentary sound file editing capability, don't we all agree? That girl has some pipes on her. She can scream better than any horror film princess I've heard.

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This glove was sitting on an iron fence outside a senior citizens residence on Damen and Schiller. I walked passed it, but then it reminded me of a situation I observed one day. I was sitting inside a starbuck's coffee when this elderly couple were walking by. Something on the ground had grabbed their attention. I leaned forward against the window to see what. It was a glove. They looked at

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This item is decayed. It is implicitly dangerous and lethal, but sort of in a wash-ed out, castrated way, since it's so decayed. It represents fragility. I like its shape. I've photographed it on a huge wood block I bought for $4 at a store that was selling it. It was used as a display for their products. I don't know why they didn't want it, but their loss is my gain. I thought for four

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I know this is really gross, but what really struck me about it was that it was also yummy looking. I'm pretty sure it's feces (presumably canine) covered with blue pearlescent confetti. Now, what series of events led to this? Really? A dog birthday party? Dogs aren't as embarrassed about pooping in social situations. However, the snow in the area had melted recently, so perhaps the dog

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This magnet was proudly adhered to a napkin dispenser at a Sarasota, Florida bookstore. I saw it while visiting there a few weeks ago. It sparked several conversations in the short time I was in the cafe area reading. Surprisingly, a lot of Floridians are not fans of President Bush. Or maybe it's just the ones who frequent bookstores? Hmm. Boy is that a dumb guy or what? I heard him on the

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When I came into the restaurant, a guy who looked like he was probably homeless was paying for his meal with change which he kept in a paper Coke cup. He said the the woman behind the counter, "I hate pennies." I thought it was pretty interesting that a homeless guy would hate any kind of currency. I later figured that he probably hated pennies because it took so many of them to buy anything,

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At Jewel (Chicago grocery store) yesterday, I was checking out in line. It was the express lane. As I was finishing up, I heard this: Teller: "I'm sorry ma'am. 15 items or less." Customer: "But I have two different orders." Classic.

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My camera is pretty damn kick-ass cool. I took this picture w/out flash (on a tripod) and using a digital zoom of X2. It came out pretty good (oh, I should mention that this item is about a half inch in diameter, to give you an idea of why I'm impressed - that and the subject was about 16 inches from the lens). That, plus it's been dumbed down (that's what I call the shrinking of a file size

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What's so great about this is that it was staring up at me as I walked up my litter-strewn Wicker Park street. I mean, what a nice little message amongst the other rather malign detritus. So uplifting by comparison. I was tempted to leave it there, hoping it would brighten up some person's day, the way it did mine. But I guess I'm ultimately selfish, so I had to have it for my collection

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I found this the other day in the bathroom of Filter, a cafe near my house. They have blackboard walls, so anyone can tag anything they like. Scatological humor is the lowest common denominator, but that probably means it also reaches the broadest audience. I certainly thought it was pretty funny. But I guess if you think about if they re-wrote the Lord of the Rings adventure and made it

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All my life I have had this internal war between perfection and slop. I think I prefer slop. Perfection is so boring, isn't it? I mean, it's clean and sort of seems to have answers in it, but that really seems too easy to me. I guess that's why I'm really attracted to things that are decayed, especially old industrial objects. In this case, I found an object that's not decayed. But it

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I saw these cookies, which had fallen in a random pattern, but somehow looked ordered to me, too. Four African-American boys were walking toward me as I snapped the pictures. I was a little nervous and definitely self-conscious. I thought for sure they'd have something to say about me taking pictures of cookies on the ground. But they didn't. They went into the school. The cookies made

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For whatever reason, I now have two butterfly pendants. Little animal type things seem to be lost or discarded by people with astounding frequency. Weird. As my collection grows, I try to think of different applications they might have. One day in the future, I'll probably post a menagerie...

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This girl Alli gave me this. Not found. But she was such a great girl. Alli was one of the actors in the production, Love Pollution: A Techno-POPera, which was written and directed by a friend of mine Allen Conkle. Allen has a vivid way of conveying his world views. Alli has an exuberant way of conveying hers, so she is a great actor for his work. There was a kid there who asked Alli

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This girl was standing right in front of me, so I thought, "What the hell."

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This is my new tattoo. It relates to a previous entry. It is all a part of this amazing and wonderful project called the Skin Project, being put together by writer, Shelley Jackson. She has written a story which is being published only on the skin of participants around the world. It is considered a "mortal story," and, as each participant, or living word, dies, so does the story. Again, I didn't

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Here are two signs. I couldn't pick them up (I mean I COULD have, but it would have been ethically problematic), so I just took pictures of where they were. The first sign was found on my friend Joe's street, in Green Point, Brooklyn. Um, he lives on Kent and something. So, just hanging on a tree was this doll holding this sign. Pretty funny. If you knew joe, you'd understand why he needed to be

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This will be a found object blog. Feel free to contact me about posting your objects.

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