The Anachronism Collection
Wherever I can, I search out pieces from the past. Bits and bobs from machines we do not make anymore. It strikes me that there was a specific amount of every piece of every gadget made. A real number. Unknowable now, of course. But a set. Most are lost. Some were used, for whatever purpose they had, though I rarely know what that was. When I pick the piece up, it is only because it catches my eye, on the ground or in a box of spare parts somewhere. It is possible that the piece that came out on the conveyor belt next to mine is affixed and in use somewhere unseen. Some must have fallen onto the road and under the wheel of a bus, flattened, unrecognizable. Maybe one lies hidden in your backyard and will only be revealed when you take a shovel to garden that corner of earth. Those that I find will take their place on my canvases, for a time. But they too will likely fall away again, hopefully in the far and distant future. They will eventually disintegrate like the rest that came out of the factory. There is one piece I came across in a box of old parts. It is wrapped in ancient paper, as old as the item itself, barely held shut by a piece of dry tape. I haven't used it. Instead, I placed it on the base of a copper lamp in my art studio. It sits there, a mystery, still wrapped tight.