This is the final post of four things on http://www.fourfortheday.com but the site will remain open with updates on the things to come.
This has been a truly amazing year with this project. From day one I knew when I was organizing my studio and seeing how many small collections of things I kept and really loved, to Allison Sommers first post on January 2nd 2011, and in early November when all weeks had been assigned, and now when everything is all said and done that the concept of this project was something people really enjoy. We love our stuff and other peoples as well.
I can’t thank the Guest Editor’s enough for making this what it is. It takes courage to expose the things we hold onto. The Guest Editor’s did it and the internet has found out a little more about each of them.
I encourage everyone to keep checking back to find out what is next for this little project. My hope is a bound book and art exhibition. But I am open to other possibilites.
My humble thank you to everyone who made this possible and the collectors around the world, past, present, and future.
Happy New Year.
s. arden hill
I have a budding collection of different types of spoons. Here’s a small assortment.
People used to sell collections of snapshots to tourists. So your friend could give you a virtual tour.
I have alot of tins. So many that I couldn’t find the ones I really wanted to display.
1.) Figurine of Jake Blues, from the blues brothers (one of my all time favourite movies) 2.) Terrifying cat doll 3.) Horris the donkey, my long time companion. 4.) A self portrait done by my girlfriend.
Here are four dinosaurs that I’ve collected over the years (I have far more, but these are the most photogenic).
Spilled coffee and ink permeate every surface and I have a large precariously placed pile of drawings which is the ever growing record of my life’s work. It often smells like curry.
Where do you normally get your things?
I usually get my things at thrift stores or from friends who go to thrift stores. Or the garbage. Usually when I am in need of a certain object, like new glasses, I will buy some old glasses and slowly work towards modifying them to serve my purpose. I don’t like new things, we make enough junk in the world already, and there are always cheaper, greener (BUZZ WORD ALERT) options to most of the choices in life. It’s more fun that way. Life is fun.
I also get alot of treats from my girlfriend who is constantly stocking my apartment with stickers, postcards (my favourite), old markers, paper bags, pictures of cowboys, EEG read outs, and slightly racist tins.
I didn’t think I had one, until I really thought about it. Actually I have two.
I have a wonderfully broken in mexican telecaster from 2001, which I use to write a great deal of music and practice my current musical interest (right now I am trying to pretend like I know how to play bebop guitar, it’s going poorly). It rests comfortably, and uniformly, a quarter step out of tune and due to constant modification and adjustment it sounds like a cross between a guitar and a dying prehistoric mammal (in a bad way).
My other prized possession is a doll of a santa like character with a wool coat and silly boots, but with a unexplained porcelain head of a common cat. It makes no sense, and it terrifies most visitors. I often, when taking a break from my drawing, put on puppet shows with it, and a t rex, on chat roulette.
I used to have an amazing fountain pen, that when properly cleaned, contributed to my secret desire to draw like Robert Crumb. But it has since lost a small part and has been rendered useless. It rots now amongst my old brushes, too fondly remembered to be discarded.
I’m also very partial to my Mac Book Pro, which I consider just as much a part of me as my renal system, as I use it just as much.