Reperceptions

Over the years, I’ve accumulated piles of wooden bowls, bakelite telephone receivers, porcelain power sockets, rusty old tools, discarded books. On the hunt in charity shops and jumble sales, I search instinctively. My eye is caught by certain materials, shapes, uses.

The objects live in my studio, loved and cherished by me. I sort them, clean them, handle them, wonder about them. They are orphans in an orphanage, receiving care and appreciation.

And then, sometimes, they find each other. And they’re home, and happy.