The other day, I told my friend I needed to install a very heavy piece of art on the wall of my living room. She asked what it was and I said, “it’s, like, mold art.” Naturally, she assumed I was putting something disgusting up that is literally a breeding ground of bacterial spores and mold. I guess I should have elaborated.
At a junk store a few weeks back, I found this very large mold used to make parts for something. I’m assuming it’s not auto parts, because this mold is ginormous. But it’s for something and I was attracted to the color of the mold, the spots of red color here and there, the nailed on metal ID tags, the 3-d dimensional shape of the mold and the fact it was only $15.
So, it up it went on the wall in my living room as the large piece of art I’ve been desperately searching for to put up in its place.
Out in the guest cottage, it’s been a slow process in getting it in shape and adding found objects here and there. Really, I’m in zero rush to get it done, so it’s become more of a joy than a chore to do this.
At the Amish bookstore I accidentally found last week, I picked up a variety of antique books for twenty-five cents a piece. I’m kinda obsessed with this idea of only placing books with white paper jackets on the shelves, since they contrast so nicely against the dark blue painted walls. I know all your booklovers out there are probably horrified that I’m buying books BASED ON COLOR, but if you look at the positive side to this, at least I’m rescuing books that might’ve otherwise been tossed away.
And, yes, that’s an antique ship in a bottle I bought for $7 at my secret junk store. This guest cottage is slowly becoming very nautical it seems.