Studio Notes
I spilled the shredder output on the floor. What I saw made me stop. The random tangle of paper strips — fragments of text, no longer readable as language — looked like something I could use. I took them to the studio, soaked them in a wood glue and water mixture for an hour, then drained them overnight on wire mesh.
The dried mass has a texture like dried clay — stiff, holds its shape, but not sturdy enough on its own. Several layers of clear satin lacquer should give it the durability a finished piece needs.
Today I started a piece using this shredded material. Random arrangement, bound together. Serendipity as method.
Minneapolis doesn't give me storm-fallen redwood sticks or rusty fence wire. It gives me shredder output. You work with what you find.
