This is #84. I realize it isn't pretty. It is what it is. I had to make it. I found that center clock piece in an old dairy dump last year, it's perfect as everything else is also appropriate for the dump.
I was talking to an artist friend the other day, I was babbling about not feeling like an artist lately since I'm not making much or don't have that momentum that I had a year ago with galleries and getting myself out there. She said even when she isn't making art she knows she is attracted to beauty and sees things and responds in ways that others might not. I said I'm not attracted to beauty. I wondered why I was attracted to UGLY. Without hesitating she said she recently read my artist statement and immediately thought that I was recycling myself. That that is what I have been doing since I left Arizona and that is why I am attracted to 'junk'. She said I was destroyed and am now recycling myself each time I collect stuff and work it into art. That felt about right. Maybe I am recycling myself, I always thought I was garbage, maybe one day I will think I am a piece of art.