I am not a writer but I figured that it was about time that I started a blog about my Foundlings. It only took four years or so (I never would have called myself an early adapter anyhow).

This is a detail of one of my workbenches. Marie took it. She has an excellent eye and this is only one of her many gifts that I am thankful for. I look over all of this “stuff” that I have collected, from time to time. Perhaps just clear my head but it doesn’t. I am humbled by all of the beauty to be found in the most mundane of things. In a rusted doorknob that has been touched by a countless number of hands. In a bone that was part of a living thing. In a machine part that has lost it’s value, perhaps due the endless advance of technology. All around me there is such richness that is so easy to overlook in our rushed, everyday lives. Perhaps these Foundlings are just another way to remind myself.

In native traditions it is said that the elders have magic. How else could they have survived for so long? As such, perhaps there is also something to be said for appreciating inanimate things that have also been around for a long time. Perhaps that little handle or machine part also has some magic to have survived for so long.

It is just too easy to be seduced by the new.

So just what is a Foundling? These are pieces that I build that marry: form with texture; nature with machine parts; and a very formal style with surprise. These become little shrines to unknown deities or reminders of memories familiar but long past. They tend to be small but can stand on a tabletop or hang on a wall. In short, they are works of art.

With this blog, I hope to chronicle the somewhat confusing process of making these works. I hope to keep friends and family updated of the new additions and any events I may be taking part with.

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