MID CENTURY BIRDHOUSES
FOUND OBJECT SCULPTURE
For a while I was running back and forth from my house in Southampton to New York City, rehearsing stage plays I’d written. Driving on the Long Island Expressway was an infuriating mess of interminable traffic delays. To break the monotony I'd choose an exit at random and explore the heartland of Long Island. One day in Mineola I saw a makeshift sign that read, “Guitar Show -- Three Days Only.” Thinking I was heading towards a battle of rock bands I was surprised to find exactly what was advertised -- a guitar show featuring hundreds of real guitars, every make and model. The visual was stunning, a kalaidescope of shapes and colors. By the time I arrived home I was obsessed with the idea of reproducing the guitar show; not real guitars but sculptures created from scrap wood and found objects.
There was only one problem. I knew nothing about carpentry, owned not even a screwdriver, and had barely succeeded once installing an idiot-proof towel rack. A trip to the hardware store solved those dilemmas. Morty in Tools was pleased to coach me on how to use a jigsaw and power drill. Down in the basement I was thrilled when I managed to shape a guitar body from a pine board without chopping off my fingers. Adding hinges for pick-ups, drawer knobs for volume controls, thumb screws for tuning keys the job was eventually done. Guitar after guitar rolled into my living room in a kalaedescope of shapes and colors. Over the years I added other fun, nutty creations to my collection -- vacuum cleaners made from logs and ventilation duct, typewriters with water faucets instead of ribbon spools, cars with plumbing cap wheels and junction box motors. I'd like to attribute my success to creative inspiration. However, to be fair, all credit must go directly to where it belongs; Morty in Tools.
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