JUNKITY JUNK JUNK!
I’ve always been a hoarder of little rusty doo-dads and kitsch. I went through a long phase where I was addicted to thrift stores, and while frequently traveling through Alabama one finds some really good junk. I also have bookoos of vintage photos. At one point I realized I had to somehow justify such collecting, so I decided to make artsy-craftsy “folk art” from the piles of dusty relics and sell enough to offset the expense of my compulsion. These days it’s more of a down-time activity that clears the mind.
Some of the used images are a snapshot from projected super 8 films on my bedroom wall. Others were unclaimed photos from a 1950s drugstore. The top-of-the-liners I found on Ebay ( i.e. WWII soldiers bathing each other). God only knows how many Rudolph Valentinos on a rusty cookie sheet I've done. Did I mention he’s tattooed on my back?