PLASTIC AND PEARLS

PLASTIC ROSARY

PEARL NECKLACE

A simple piece of a jewelry. A necklace that is altered and adorned. First, there is a rosary made of plastic beads. Then, real pearls are threaded on. This makes it worth more. The pearls add an air of wealth and luxury. But now the numbers are off and the rosary doesn't work. 

BICYCLE POSTCARD

I bought a beautiful cruiser bicycle and put a wicker basket on it, only to find that each time I rode it, I felt underdressed. The bicycle had issued its own demand of style. I found myself dressing into characters when I would ride it. I was the actor and  the pavement was my stage. The travelers in cars, and on foot were the audience. This is not a long play mind you, not one that would fill a manuscript, but an ephemeral one, one that could be written on back of a postcard. One might read a postcard, flip it over, and then place it on the table next to a pile of newspapers and bills, until eventually, it finds it's way into the bottom of a drawer. So goes my quick play, and my characters pedaling by: The Brigadier, The Rich Golfer, Bill Cunningham w/ Cardboard Camera,War and Peace, The Austrian Extra from The Sound of Music, and Fake Messenger with the Fake Doll Bomb.

OBJECT OF TRUST

After the Boston Marathon bombings, I was filled with the sense of anger and consumed with revenge. I became suspect of all dark backpacks. It was the same feelings I felt after my muggings, where I became overly cautious of people behind me. I went out in search of an abandoned backpack that I could then reupholster in a clear vinyl to be able to expose all things that were covered: A pressure cooker, a  plastic doll, and those feelings of hate, anger and revenge.  

A PORTRAIT OF A PORTRAIT

Earlier in the my post I mentioned that memory is folded like a blanket. Distance can be the seen in the same way.

When I was a child, I was captivated by a story that my Aunt Virginia told about her husband, who as a pilot in his spare time. Walter had one eye, therefore, no depth of field. A little girl standing close to him would look the same as a woman standing 9 feet back. I imagined him asking the little girl what she did for a living.

I bought a Swiss nurses apron and I embroidered a pig on it. Then I made a replica of it , in a child's size. In the photographs, one has no clue of the size of the aprons. The only clue is the frame, and when they are together. 

I repeated the the idea of the scarves, placing the object under the image. The aprons are inside the white frames. Having the knowledge of this gives weight to what would be the most simple of photographs.