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 live in a house built in 1957. I have two spaces to work in, both add-ons to the original structure: a chilly and very narrow lean-to on the outside of the house, disguised as part of the inside by the addition of plasterboard, and a sunny ‘sun room’ (when there is any sun). Both are full of maddening piles of stuff and I have to rely on a kind of mystic sixth sense to find anything.
Where do you normally get your things?
I like to use found images, old postcards, ‘captures’ from television as the starting point for paintings. My favourite place to get things is off the ground – I love strange finds. I also like charity shops and, inevitably, eBay. Car boot sales used to be good hunting grounds but seem to have lost their spirit of late. I like to collect worn bits of plastic off beaches and I salvage anything with grids of holes in it.
My prize possession is a Victorian table inlaid with shards of broken pottery that belonged to my great-aunt. I asked my mother to, very discreetly and only if the time seemed right, ask the aunt whether she might consider leaving the table to me in her will as I loved it so much. Word came back the next day that it was “mine for £50”, so now it is.