Frame of reference.
In the continuing story of objects arriving at the studio some items arrive in a state that offer some great possibilities yet are not quite ready to be put to use.
One such object was a large ornate gold leaf frame with detail a top.
I was certain that I did not want to suspend this object from lines to hang from above, so I set to building a frame support. The green screen frame in front was to accommodate another photographer's request, as so often happens he never showed for his session. The green frame will be replaced for a much better accessory that is in the works.
Seizing the moment I did a simple set up in the studio that incorporated mirrors. One you see to the left while the other to the right is out of view but reflecting the occurring seen in the mirror to the left. I did not like the white of the mirror sup[port on the left and so after I removed the green cover cloth and gave the presentation stand several coats of matt black spray paint.
Thank the huge Salvation Army Store in downtown San Antonio for the strange collection of objects they house. Such as the rather phallic object protruding from the space in front of the frame, I'm like a crow, I arrive and I am driven in a state of wonderment at the possibilities of all the odd objects that rest haphazardly on the shelves.
And please don't get the wrong impression of my out of control spend thrift state, no I am a rag picker from a long time, essentially a large crow, but treasures need not be shiny to be acquired. It really is a good thing that I live in an industrial space with a huge storage space the size of a small home. So when the people down the street propped a perfectly good Mickey Mouse atop there trash can what was I to do but take him in and give him a new cardboard box to live in high up top a shelf, Shamo went into the box next to Mickey in the 'small stuffed animals' box. Next to Mickey is a huge box made from two reworked large boxes that has written across it as simply "BEAR". He is about five foot tall, quite a bear buddy!
So now you know from wear all the 'clutter' in my 'snap shots' comes from.
To finish, I was saying good by to VADA when my crow eye spied a finely flattened Pepsi can in the street, without hesitation I retrieved it and held it up. VADA asked what did I have in my hand? Mertz, I found a Mertz! VADA had an amused look on her face, "No really! It is a Mertz, truly!" So out came her large as the palm of your hand cell phone and as I spelled Mertz she plugged it into her phone. "It says it's a sausage made and sold in San Antonio," she relayed.
It is NOT, this is a Mertz," I stated emphatically! "So identified by the great German constructionist artist Kurt Schwitters right around the early pre WW I war. The Nazi's hated him so he sneaked off to England where he re-constructed his home The MertzBau! Look up Kurt Schwitters* on that idiot Google search and you will find ol' Kurt Schwitters!" She did, and he was and so I took the Mertz into the studio as if Marcel Duchamp had presented it to me and said in a most absurd manner, "Keep this Mertz relic and honor it in remembrance of Kurt!" Expect it to be more clutter in a future image!
That last frame marked LHOOQ! Duchampian French bit loosely translated but conservative version is "My she has a hot ass!"
* Kurt Schwitters:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Schwitters