day 403 – four thank yous

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


day 87 – four failed attempts.

Start, again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Besides being part of a group of reminders to keep starting again, I call them my ‘paper bunnies’. My studio gets dusty, the dust is accumulating, I am excited to see them blanketed with dust.


day 86 – four darling little handkerchiefs.

Simply pretty candies for snotty noses and teary faces.


day 85 – four implements for the observer.

This one was difficult to select just four.

Ultimately, I like that these four represent vision dependent upon direction. The binoculars magnify. The mirror lends hindsight. The peripheral telescope affords sideways vision. The pen observes from all directions, sometimes simultaneously.

For me, tools of observation are collectibles because of what they aspire to. They attempt to diminish blindspots. To see that little bit more, to bring things that little bit closer, thus understand that much better.


day 84 – four cardinals.

Cardinals: a songbird; a direction; a title; and a rule.


day 83 – four times magnified.

For emphasis. And for Just examination.


day 82 – four demonstrations of same, but different.

Collections strike me as emblems of repetition. I like repetition. I like that repetition always describes both loss and gain; the failure to repeat with absolute fidelity. That approaches me as a very tender way to describe being human, and emancipates failure from the bridle of futility.

I also like that these were abandoned in my studio by one of my most favourite humans, someone I love without conditions. Without posture. No matter how Roland Barthes parses the Lover’s Discourse. Happy Valentine’s Day, Shanker.

To read the text, just click the image.


day 81 – four tangled tokens from two dear loves.

These four pieces are from my two greatest loves. One romantic. The other saintly. One affectionate. The other gentlest friendship. The two together encompass The Four Loves.

I don’t really think these four pieces or those two overlapping loves need ever be untangled.

(Snowflake Pin, Icarus Wings Necklace, Love Bird Ring, Cuckoo Clock Pin.)


Guest Editor Profile – lisa young kutsukake


lisa young kutsukake

Between Toronto and Chicago
Web presence: I don’t much want one. If asked politely, I will mail a catalogue with a nice letter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In terms of your things, what does your space (studio/office/living area) look like?

I work on two projects at a time. One will be in the research and collection stage, the other will be at the fabrication stage, which means it’s on autopilot. Organization of space needs to be tender to both poles. I am an organized worker. Ant. And slow. Turtle. And mostly work on a cool to the touch studio floor while sitting on newspaper to keep my bum warm. Cat.

Twirl left for research. Twirl right for fabrication.

I hate messes. Visual noise is distressing. Now, I keep materials categorized and stacked in jars, boxes, sometimes bowls, but out of sight. Everything is listed and itemized. I know where everything is at every moment. That way I don’t have to see it. If there’s a system I can forget about extraneous information. I like empty sightlines in my workspace. I like being near the horizon line between the white floor and white walls. Tabula Rasa. The work day/night isn’t done until any visible mess has been incorporated into the project. I keep a single box for disorganized stuff to fiddle and play with if I’m having trouble concentrating on any given day.

Where do you normally get your things?

It never happens the same way twice.

What is your prize possession/”thing”/collectible/tool?

A first edition Julia Kristeva novel, complete with an intelligent conversation between two in the margins.


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