You can call me Al...back and front
With over thirty years of metal work, primarily silver jewelry design and construction, behind me, and a recalcitrant thumb as a result of all that I am on to a much larger scale. Six-foot tall assemblages resemble in many ways the body adornment I made for so long. I’ve always had an attraction to found objects, rejected and damaged remnants of our civilization and with a local recycling depot such a vital part of our community these riches are easily mined. This I do both physically and digitally, collecting a variety of like items with which to fashion my sculptures. Domestic refuse become “Domestic and Upright Refusals” and stand like sentinels or warriors with muffin tin armor and stove burner masks, they sport mosaic details, broken glass, pottery, buttons and bobbins, wings of worn wooden spoons and legs of aged graters. Articles as diverse as red high heel shoes, piano keys and broken dolls have commingled with rolling pins, steaming hams and stainless steel steamers to become figurative, stand alone pieces.
With each acquisition of another patina rich, much battered metal cooking implement or well oiled, badly burned wooden spoon there are opportunities to collect photo records of other discarded treasures and I bring a camera load back to the studio with every trip. These rich textures and crazy patterns become fabulous backdrops for collage, and with the addition of select text from those handy encyclopedias of helpful hints for the homemaker or the medical advice literature of the 1940s and 50s allow me to recall my childhood with the horror and humour that I now feel for it.
Dunlop...the Gentleman's Gentleman
Racquet, rear view mirror, hanger, dress maker's tape, chess pieces, furniture bits, knife rest, golf club, cigarette lighter, golf tee, die, chest of drawers (lined with wooden rulers), double breasted suit jacket, shoe strechers, wine corks, towel holder, piano skin (reverse), & belt...etc. 6' tall.
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