#foundobjects

[itscolossal]

Kirsty Elson’s Spirited Creatures Breathe New Life into Weathered Driftwood

[blurlog]

was just thinking how even the red of the aprons in that photo echoed that one story highlight -not saying anything. just saying.

shit someone just walked in. time to work bye - Tumblr

(hope reddit guy comes back eventually)

[danlevinsobjects]

ASLEEP AT THE WHEELS 

Dan LeVin / 2024

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[excuse-me-you-dropped-this]

The plastic knives are out.

📍 The Mission District, San Francisco, CA

~ Objects are never touched, rearranged, or otherwise tampered with in any manner whatsoever, ever.

[cardboard-soup]

I ended up using the funeral stand as a mini vanity. It really helps with romantacizing my morning routine.

[ahomeartgallery]

11.10.23 closes this week.

Last chance to see wooden sculptures by Brendan Vivian Smith will be this Saturday from 2-5pm or by appointment. Pictured is twin peaks, one silver one gold, 2010, acrylic with aluminium & gold leaf on wood with bees wax.

[aandg-adventures]

A&G Adventures: Chasing Legends and Finding Gold?

There’s something about the desert air and the crunch of gravel beneath your boots that makes the impossible feel just within reach. Yesterday, Gidget and I set off on what was supposed to be another one of our off-the-grid treks into forgotten history: the search for the Lost Gold Bell Mine..

We’ve poured over maps, lore, and every crusty tale of misplaced gold from old timers and ghost town gossip. The Gold Bell Mine was said to be tucked somewhere near Newmans Peak —so that’s where we headed.

About three hours into the hike, something caught my eye on the trail. At first glance, it looked like just another quartz-stained rock, the kind you find scattered across these hills.

My heart actually skipped a beat. I’m not saying we struck it rich (not yet), but it felt like a moment. A message, maybe, from the land itself. Keep going.

🪨 Here's the rock that might’ve just whispered a secret from the earth (see the photos). And those tiny specs on my fingertip? Yeah… they’re what dreams are made of.

[processzine-org]

☍ SIGNALS WITHOUT SIGNALLING Found language, orphaned function.

These four vintage railway lever plates — once a crucial part of rail signalling infrastructure — now exist as silent glyphs. Disconnected from their purpose, they whisper in a forgotten code: UP MAIN DISTANT DISC FOR No.8 30 | 31 | 53

Captured in close-up and blur, they evoke something between brutalist signage, manual glitch poetry, and analogue UI. Captionless captions for a system no longer in use.

🛠 Potential uses: – Affixed to the glitch lab cage – Embedded in Process Zine #00 as a visual break or coded spread – Framed as wall text beside The Interpreter (Ezra) – A sculptural piece commenting on miscommunication, signal loss, or auditory delay

They speak, but not in words. They direct, but not in any direction we now understand.

[imahicaart]

🌊 Crafted from found objects, this assemblage captures the soft pulse of the sea, the quiet struggle of tiny fish, and the silent rituals of fisherfolk at dawn. Each piece whispers stories of mornings spent barefoot on the sand—of beauty, breath, and the extraordinary within the everyday. 🐟✨ "Bilong-bilong" Cling Vega 36" x 24" Found Objects on Canvas 2025

[nestofholding]

All of the apartment’s wall surfaces are homosote, so Richard Avedon could use them as tack boards, constantly pinning new things up. “Dick really wanted a backup,” says architect Harris Feinn, “not architecture that dominated the space visually.” On one side of the living room, a portrait of Avedon’s “In the American West” series and an Amy Arbus picture of a baby. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

This year, Richard Avedon would have been 100 years old. In celebration of him (and a big show at Gagosian opening this week), we take a look back at his home, photographed by Andrew Moore for New York Magazine in 2004, the year Avedon died.

For the past 34 years, on a quiet block on the Upper East Side, many of the most important figures of our time — and some of its greatest beauties — passed through the arched entrance to Richard Avedon’s studio. Elizabeth Taylor, Truman Capote, Allen Ginsberg, Hillary Clinton, and Nastassja Kinski would all be greeted by the studio manager and head to the waiting area: a couple of black director’s chairs under a giant print of Dovima With Elephants, the most famous of Avedon’s fashion photographs.

It was easy to miss the door opposite the studio manager’s desk, which led to a steep, narrow staircase that went up to Avedon’s apartment. Extremely guarded about his personal life, the photographer, who died in October at the age of 81, invited only a small group of family and friends to make the climb.

At the top, where he’d always be waiting to say hello effusively, was a floor-through one-bedroom, in which any semblance of decorating was merely a by-product of Avedon’s desire to have the things he loved close at hand. The place was an exercise in creative juxtaposition: Navajo blankets and a Vuillard, ivory animal-head bottle stoppers next to brass-plated sculptures of cameras, an homage to Giacometti above the toaster oven. It was theatrical in the best sense of the word: a 2,000-square-foot cabinet of curiosities.

Avedon purchased the former carriage house in 1970. (It’s now up for sale, and an auction of much of its contents is being planned at Sotheby’s.) Architect Harris Feinn’s initial renovation included building out a terrace garden on the second floor and putting a skylight over the kitchen. The photographer approached the apartment as if he were directing a shoot: Marla Weinhoff, who’d produced sets for Avedon, found antiques like the red Oushak carpet in the living room. Lighting designer William Riegel (who’d worked for Studio 54) devised a system whereby, at the touch of one button, every light would go on simultaneously. Avedon often placed lights in unusual places, like a table lamp on the floor. “He wanted areas of light and dark,” says Riegel. “The shadows were just as important to him.”

The apartment was a series of still-lifes — seen here as they existed — but still-lifes that almost always had a certain functionality: stacks of books he wanted to consult, a set of magnifying glasses. There was nothing overtly decorative about the arrangements. And the photographs of his own that Avedon put up tended not to be his beautiful fashion shots, but tougher portraits, like the one in the living room, from his book that effectively de-romanticized the American West.

On the other side of the living-room walls, an old press card, a “Shakespeare in the Park” stub, and a picture of Avedon on the Met’s steps during one of his shows. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

A view from the middle of the living room, looking toward a side room in which Avedon kept an extra bed with books on top of it. The mirror in that room reflects back the kitchen and garden on the other end of the apartment. To the right of the mirror, in the background, is a hallway leading to Avedon’s bedroom; the hall is also where he had his desk. In the living room, an August Sander photograph hangs above a small dining table, right, that was inspired by photographs Avedon took in Butte, Montana. Meant to evoke mining equipment, the table has a I-beam-style base and a top inlaid with copper. It and the coffee table, built to hold as many books as possible, were designed by Brian Tolle. The English oak chairs around the dining table were made in the twenties by Robert Thompson, who signed each with a little carving of a mouse. A Jacques Henri Latigue photograph of Avedon sits on the floor behind one of the chairs. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

Avedon loved to serve meals at this dining table, and he liked the fact that you could see into the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. The dishes and pans all in full view. On the table is one of the architectural models of staircases that he collected. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

A view of Avedon’s desk near his bedroom, with another staircase model and pictures taken from some of his recent shoots for the New Yorker, including his last project for the magazine, the “Democracy” series, which he was working on when he died. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

In the kitchen, a poster of Giacometti facing a Giacometti competes for attention with jars of tomatoes and bottles of vinegar. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

A Victorian oak bed, from Turbulence, served as both makeshift bookshelf and tie rack. The animal prints are by Audubon, and Avedon’s 1972 portrait of Oscar Levant dominates a wall of pictures of women by various photographers. On the right is one of the small cactus lamps that Avedon liked to collect. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

For his bed, Avedon envisioned a system by which many books would be within arm’s reach. The structure, designed by Brian Tolle and built by Jim Gratson, is mahogany. But Tolle got the idea for the containers from cleaning out a shed at his Catskills house: “I found an old Bear-Mountain water-cooler crate.” Tolle first had 100 cardboard boxes made so that Avedon could play with that configuration. Avedon’s book collection included a rare 34-volume set of Christian Zervos’s Pablo Picasso catalogue raisonné (he was also fond of Proust). Avedon commissioned the artist Christoper Hewat to make cameras out of brass, as seen on the right. Other brass objects by Hewat, like the book, were gifts. 

Photo: Andrew Moore, Yancey Richardson Gallery

[seashorepics]

Found (on the beach)

Hi everyone, this week I am your guest host for for Leanne’s Monochrome Madness My theme for this week is On the Beach. This gives you great scope to share whatever you have discovered on the beach. It is not limited to the coast. Here in Australia, some of our rivers have sandy reaches and […]Found (on the beach)

[brianrope]

Emotional Landscapes I

Photography Exhibition Review Emotional Landscapes I | Jenny Adams, Julie Delves, Eva van Gorsel & Delene White ANCA Gallery, Dickson | 17 July – 4 August 2024 This art exhibition at the ANCA Gallery with the Tinshed Art Group examines the emotional connections that humans have with the natural world. It makes observations about the nuanced and intricate interaction between the natural world…

[todaycoza]

-Shithouse Saints 02:04-

7 June 2015

1774 x 1177 Digital Edited Holy Holy

[bricehammack]

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[excuse-me-you-dropped-this]

Puzzles upset me, too.

📍 The Mission District, San Francisco, CA

~ Objects are never touched, rearranged, or otherwise tampered with in any manner whatsoever, ever.

[nestofholding]

Spent all my money of Fb marketplace and the thrift store.