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“Necessity is the mother of invention, and throughout history it has been economic necessity that has often driven less privileged members of societies (or less privileged societies as a whole) to the adaptive reuse of materials at hand. Today, the human race itself is faced with that necessity, such that a hard look at every scrap of waste can lead the creative mind to see it as a valuable raw material.”
Reflections on recycled art
Robyn G.Peterson
Reflections on recycled art
Robyn G.Peterson
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- Wild Fishy bag
- Paper Earrings with a traditional touch
- Croche-ing with waste silk yarn
- Flipping over feet !
- Swathi's Studio !!!! was my workplace the past 1 m...
- To the Dogs ...
- Trying my hand at batiks
- Going cookooo with waste !!!!! ( or is it cheep ch...
- Let there be light !!!!!!! ( voila!!)
- Play mates made from waste material !
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I see pieces of scrap. Discarded buttons, old news papers, plastic bag moving about as if they had feet. Objects which once had a purpose in our lives, now lying in heaps or strewn across the floor.
Thrown, neglected, discarded, rejected.
I wonder, as I look at these objects, each with their own unique character, could someone piece them together? Mix and match, combine, fuse, to form something better, something with a purpose, something beautiful?
How can one change the way they look at these objects?
Discarded paper, old news crumpled in a corner. It takes on a different shape, it becomes a form, a sculpture.
A tattered skirt lying at the bottom of your cupboard, faded torn, thin and frail, delicate, transparent, wise, beautiful.
Pieces of wire cut too small to be of any use in the workshop, collected in a cardboard box, each twisted and turned into a story.
a barking dog, a running man, a flower, leaf, butterfly.
Light weight plastic, laughs in the face of water.
Thrown, neglected, discarded, rejected.
I wonder, as I look at these objects, each with their own unique character, could someone piece them together? Mix and match, combine, fuse, to form something better, something with a purpose, something beautiful?
How can one change the way they look at these objects?
Discarded paper, old news crumpled in a corner. It takes on a different shape, it becomes a form, a sculpture.
A tattered skirt lying at the bottom of your cupboard, faded torn, thin and frail, delicate, transparent, wise, beautiful.
Pieces of wire cut too small to be of any use in the workshop, collected in a cardboard box, each twisted and turned into a story.
a barking dog, a running man, a flower, leaf, butterfly.
Light weight plastic, laughs in the face of water.
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