October 2, 2011 § 1 Comment
Rust: 1. a. A red, orange, or tawny coating formed upon the surface of iron or steel by oxidation, esp. through the action of air of moisture; also, by extension, a similar coating formed upon any other metal by oxidation or corrosion…. d. slang. Money… 3. Sc. Cankered malice; rancour. Obs… 4. The effacing effects of time. Obs… 5. a. Any deteriorating or impairing effect or influence upon character, abilities, etc., especially as the result of inactivity. — The Oxford English Dictionary
Remarkable things appear at unremarkable times: during walks along a path, or a swim in a river, or a hike in the woods. I’ve found objects at these times and have come to see them as embodied memories, as histories in miniature. These metal fragments — often tools, nuts, bolts, mechanical pieces — gather rust and thicken with accumulated adhesions. They swell with the earth and waters. They collapse from the invasion of time. They fall, or drift, get kicked, often far from their original locations, and are forgotten. Until collected.
The process of finding these objects is simple: one isn’t quarrying, digging in the earth for something precious, something hidden. Everything is right there on the surface, ready to be picked up. One just has to look for things, and to see them.
Musical moments are often captured and nourished for a time. And then abandoned. These forgotten moments get buried on tape, or on hard drives, and are filtered ever further back in the procession of time.
Found Objects captures six of these objects I’ve found, and exposes six audio recordings found from my past. This limited edition of 12 comprises six photographs on archival fine-art paper and six tracks on CD-R. Each is individually numbered and housed in an illustrated Arigato pack.