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Door knockers, etc. My favorite vendor at the local flea market, Deb, the metals lady allowed me to take some shots of her wonderful bounty offered for sale.
An object found while walking along the boardwalk at Black River Marsh. From a distance I thought that it was a frog sunning itself.
box, art, suede, paper, lead bushing. assemblage, spent fireworks, steel file divider, camber eccentric washer, horseshoe crab, washer, copper wire, logarithmic and trigonometric table 1935, rusty bracket, found object
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When Prof. Erstwhile Entwhistle happened upon the wreckage of the Time Machine he was shocked at what he saw. Yes, the beautiful hand-etched brass ribbing was intact, even Lady Matilda Machination's gorgeous and ingenious control panel was present. Many other inspired and well-crafted items for journeying through space and time survived the crash. What puzzled him most however was the lack of human remains. Not a bone, scrap of cloth, hank of hair was present. A chill went up and down his back as all that he found were these time-traveler goggles. It is with much regret that he has entrusted me to put these up for sale with the proceeds earmarked for the repair of his precious mechanism. Let'em eat steam!
These are standard welding/brazing goggles that have been embellished with well-sealed faux gold leaf which was further "antiqued" with a faux finish. The filigrees and gears on either side are brass which has been treated with a patina and firmly riveted on.
Read about how these hearts were made here: srolfe.com/2013/02/12/valentines-day-the-assemblage-way/
I found this on the street in Boston on Sunday. Attn Joseph B: I think she's really sorry. Please go home!
I chose an Australian gum tree pod as my found object. It is set with blind rivets and held in place by tension and some stitches that I pulled up in metal.
This necklace just was awarded First Place at the Visual Arts Exchange "Unfettered" show. It is made from a deconstructed vintage straight razor.
Found Objects : sewing machine parts.
For size reference, the bobbins in the lower left quadrant are 1.25"
long.
Pieces for a no longer extant sewing machine from the "Domestic S. M.
Co." that were "Pat. Apd. for, E. J. Toof, New Haven, Conn."
I took a wonderfully distressed vintage faucet handle and secured a watch case in its center. This allowed me to put resin in and then carefully add steampunk goodies, mainly watch parts but some hardware items as well. The faucet handle measures about 2 1/4" in diameter and hangs from a double link 16" chain that has a safety clasp. Suitable for male or female adornment.
"GreedEater" is mechanized angler fish, which uses money as bait for greedy homosapiens.
found object assemblage
48" x 18" x 7", wall hanging
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I chose an Australian gum tree pod as my found object. It is set with blind rivets and held in place by tension and some stitches that I pulled up in metal.
Read about how these hearts were made here: srolfe.com/2013/02/12/valentines-day-the-assemblage-way/
“A Little Tale”…
He was not of this earthly plane. To be precise, he was trapped here…unable to find the portal or open it, on those occasions when it became visible to him, between this earthly plane and his home on the Other side deep down in the fiery dark hot smelly bowels of hell.
He had been trapped on this side for so long, at least 250-300 earthly years, which to him was far too long. He hungered for his dark hot smelly cesspool of a home. Each new day he didn’t think he could endure even for one more second the singing of those creatures called birds, the bright colors of the flowers, the intensity of the sun, and oh, all that horrible lush green foliage, as well as the sound of human laughter, especially the young ones.
So, to avoid all that horror, he slept during the time of the light and was awake when darkness fell and that hot bright sun set. He was a denizen of the night. A creature of darkness.
He kept completely to himself, for the most part, when it came to interacting with those “in body” beings called humans. Although he was forced on occasion to interact with these humans, he found them repulsive. Well, truth be told, not all were repulsive to him. Being a creature from the Other side, he possessed many abilities that these repulsive humans did not. Their bodies and minds limited them and they, unaware or uncaring, didn’t know or attempt to find out that they could have at least some of the same abilities he possessed if they just opened their minds. But, they were content to be thick blocks of cement going through their pathetic daily rituals as if they were something of importance.
One of his abilities, and the one that alerted him to the humans that were not repulsive to him, was that he could see inside of each and every one of them… right to their very souls. He could weed through them and find the ones with the black evil hearts. Now, those were his kind of beings for he knew when they left their clumsy earthly bodies and passed through that elusive portal, separating this world from the next, they would reside in the bowels of hell, where he belonged and should be, and be like him.
Now, with these humans, he developed a false relationship with them. Evil as he was, he wanted no relationships, attachments or the like. No, he did this because he needed them and wanted to use them or rather their souls, when their human hearts stopped beating, indicating the body had died and their souls were released, as a means to either push their souls aside and leave them stranded and earthbound and slip through the portal to reach his home or to attach himself to their black souls as they passed through the portal to hell.
For two years he tried to “tag along” on the black hearts souls’ passage from his world through the portal to hell, but each time his efforts failed. When he was with them when they died, their death being a result of his actions, he saw the portal, which appeared at each black hearted human’s death, but he could not pass through it with them. Their souls, screaming in horror and terror, passed through the portal and left this world for their new residence in hell, and he remained behind.
When he first got trapped on this side 250-300 human years ago due to a stupid mistake on his part, he spent the first 50-100 of these human earth rotation years looking for the portal to home, but to no avail. Then, he became aware of these humans and realized he could see into them and find those with black hearts. That is when the idea came to him to either tag along or push their dark souls aside after their human hearts stopped beating and pass through the portal to home, leaving them behind.
But, waiting years for them to die was excruciating on top of the fact that when they did die, he was still left behind. He had to wait for their death and then he remained here…still trapped. So, he became obsessed to find a quicker way to get back to his hell. Using all his black magic and spells, as well as any tool or instrument at hand, he began to kill black hearted humans…one after another. He would go to prisons where the crop of evil hearts was more than plentiful and kill and kill and kill, tagging along or trying to push their screaming horror filled black souls aside. But, he failed each and every time. He could not understand why.
When he saw the portal to hell, he would get a glimpse of his home… all fiery, hot, dank, and dark and he could hear the screams of those damned to live there for eternity. His hunger to get there increased even more.
He held back some black hearted souls, who were grateful not to be damned and allowed to remain on this earthly plane, as his slaves to do his bidding. He would command them to kill human after human along with him and help him try to use any way possible as a means to get through that portal, but he could not. For….The Angel of Death would not let him pass through and return home to hell. He was trapped here. Trapped.
Each day when he slept, his mind relived the day he made that stupid blunder which caused him to remain on this side. He tried to figure out how to reverse what he had done. Day after day, earth rotation after earth rotation, he thought while he slept, but nothing came to him. No idea, no discovery, no answer, no sign…nothing.
But, what did come to him was the realization that because he enjoyed, no reveled, in his damnation and loved the smelly fiery bowels of hell with all the screaming and crying black hearted souls, it was deemed that was not punishment for his evil. The punishment of damnation meant he should suffer, not enjoy his fate. So, he was tricked into making that stupid error and lost access to the portal to hell, thus preventing him from going home forever. He was now, truly damned and punished.”
~ Marsha J West, Author*
* The “A Little Tale” is my original idea and story. I am the author of that story and it is my property. Thus, it cannot be copied, reproduced, reprinted or used in any way or any medium. Also, this hutch is my original idea, creation and design. It is also my creative property. It is not to be copied, resold or reproduced.
This steampunk necklace honors the memory of the woman who inspired the Beatles' song, "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". It started with a watch part from a defunct vintage watch. I carefully placed black jewelers' resin in the decorative ring before adding the vintage rhinestone pin fragment over the authentic late 1800's tintype. I textured the outer edge of the watch ring before adding the blingy Swarovksi fireball--love these! Then I riveted on a retaining ring before hanging all this steamy delight on a 18" vintage pearl chain.
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Interactive Robot Sculpture by Duke Dolan and Will Wagenaar.
MAGNOBOTS are the latest in interactive sculpture technology, specially crafted to increase the delight ratio in high level mammals, such as humans. Made from the finest retrovintage components (and some things from the garage), MAGNOBOTS come with magnetic facial features and accessories, providing the user with limitless combination possibilities, to reflect any brainwave. It's Mr. Potato head from 120,000 years in the future.
*MAGNOBOTS have many moods and facial features. Use all of their magnetic parts to change the face anytime you feel like playing.
More information: MAGNOBOTS website !
Submitted by: Will Wagenaar !
Came from a roll I left in Boston this summer, which when shipped back to me got lost for a few weeks by UPS