Showing posts with label corrugated cardboard. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

House No. 117: Green House II

House No. 117: Green House II
found objects on cardboard
5 in. x 5 in. x 11 in.
117/365; 04/27/11


I  am slowly working on  a series of monochromatic houses (the first was blue) using collections of mostly single-colored objects. (I collect these kinds of things. Writing about it, it even sounds odd to me.) Anyway, most of these green objects were harvested from one of my bulletin boards at work.


You see, I like to collect objects and arrange them by color, and I have bulletin boards in my office at work where I arrange these odds and ends.


Those shamrock beads were handed to me by a (man dressed like a) leprechaun on the street on St. Patrick's Day a couple years ago. And the busted computer chip was lying on the ground in my parking deck. The field day ribbon was a park find. It's like litter scrapbooking. Or something.
 

This is my third green house. Here are the other two:

Green House 

Greenhouse

Sunday, March 13, 2011

House No. 72: Outside the Home

House No. 72: Outside the Home
black and white ink or finely corrugated cardboard
10 in. x 10 in.
072/365; 03/13/11

A few years ago, when a new couple moved into the neighborhood and a few of us were stopping by individually to welcome them into the area, a couple of friends of mine and I were asked by the new lady of the house if we worked outside the home.

This question lead to peals of laughter amongst those of us who were asked, a catch phrase for our lexicon, and an attempt at hosting for the woman a welcoming dinner dressed in 1960's attire. A dinner to which she never showed up, I might add. Perhaps she was not one to venture outside the home. We enjoyed our nut-encrusted cheese ball in our pearls, sweater sets, and aprons without her. The couple moved to NoVa.

Anyway, the term, while amusing and archaic, is one that I appreciate because it acknowledges that there is plenty of work to be done within the home and that keeping a home has value.

It was this term that inspired my house today, which I masked off before working the drawing outside of the form of the house. And now I must go work within the home before the weekend catches up with me. I have some scrubbing to do and a catbox that needs zen gardening.

Today's post makes me think of this:

Friday, January 28, 2011

House No. 28: MacGyver House


House No. 28: MacGyver House
repurposed wrapping paper, theater ticket, and coffee cup sleeve; gum; the saliva of four people
5 in. x 4 in.
028/365; 01/28/11

Take one 365 project,  too many activities packed into one day, forty minutes to get home to post, and four people in a car with what they have on their persons and in the car ... MacGyver house — with all of our DNA contained therein. Hey, there was a lot of chewing to be done to stick this stuff together.

The house name came from my brother-in-law who called me MadGyver while putting this one together.

Mad props to my husband who drove us from Richmond downtown to the burg in a record fifteen minutes while I constructed. In the fog. I still have not recovered.

It just goes to show that art is a communal effort. An insane, unhygenic, unsafe, communal effort.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

House No. 27: Shadow House

 



House No. 27: Shadow House
paper, repurposed corrugated cardboard, twine, staples, glue
8 in. x 13 in. x 6 in.
027/365; 01/27/11, International Holocaust Remembrance Day

And they said, “From now on you do not answer by your name. Your name is your number.” And the delusion, the disappointment, the discouragement that I felt, I felt like I was not a human person anymore.
Lilly Appelbaum Lublin Malnik


Today is the 66th Anniversary of the Liberation of the Nazi German Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp by the Red Army.


Today's house is a reliquary for all that was lost.