A steel bolt in the crosswalk; grimy, heavy.
A dismembered auto part;
a sign of someone else’s tragedy.
This piece is constructed from 100% scrap and recycled materials:
Scrap wood from crate
Cardboard hanger rods
Candy box protective layer inserts
Mangled steel wire object unknown source found on the street
Auto bolt found at the street curb
The moment I published the previous post, I knew what I had to do. I painted over the piece. I hated it. It was trite; revolting. Layers upon layers of retrying thickened the canvas, but I could not make it work. I was attached to an idea, an image in my head that I could not reveal. I am happy I covered it. This is the result. Thus, the psychology of art in process.