Any trip to Lucketts Antiques / Design House produces a wealth of inspiration, whether it's in the store itself, the design house with its clever ideas, or all the "junk" piled up outside, waiting for someone to notice the hidden beauty.
I happen to be a lover of rust and peeling paint, not that I want to find it on my own home, but wandering through piles and heaps of old doors and windows sparks something in my brain. You can almost always find me, camera pressed to my nose, snapping away. It's just plain fun, and my mind races trying to figure out how to bring it into my own art. I know there are stories in these objects, and I wish I could tell them, and in another sense, I wish I could make them my own via my art.
So many wonderful design elements; there didn't seem to be "plain doors," although I'm sure there must have been. There always seems to be some sort of touch, an engraved bird, swirled designs, patterns of leaves. I wonder where this door stood - when you opened it, where did it lead? To a practical office space of sorts? To someone's home?
Details matter: the sort curved line of the truck's door and subtle indentations within in that door; it's not perfectly flat, and the curves add to it. Who owned it? Who abandoned it? No matter, I guess; it's serving a new life now, handing out inspiration for the taking.
And, all of this, ends up in my art room, in the exploring of patterns, or the collage work on a tiny deck of cards.
Moving the pieces around until they fit, working in stages to see what these little pieces of art want to become.
Letting them tell their stories, and quite often, going in a completely different direction that what you've guessed.
There's more going on here, much of it pattern play, and building up of layer on top of layer on top of layer.
There's paint stained hands and ruined tshirts (You'd think I learn!) and hours spent just exploring.
Life is sweet!