Recently I devised plans to expand my series of prints on trash. Among other things, those plans include building box frames out of scrap hardwood flooring and plywood. I don’t think most of my work warrants or deserves frames, but there’s something I like about putting a flourish on a frosted flake box I found in the mess hall dumpster.
So it was with great effort that I completed a few prototypes last week. A box is a concept simple enough for a small child to understand, yet it took me hours to put these together. Among many other things, something I never realized is hardwood is hard–I learned that the…difficult way.
The art floats flush with the surface and I like how the gap calls attention to the rough edges. Now all I need is a wood shop, enough flooring to cover a small room, and roughly twenty-four more of these.