How a set of dentures ended up on the road, I cannot guess. That’s what I found recently when I was taking my daily walk around the neighborhood. During my walks, I’m always on the lookout for interesting things to add to my collection of tsotchkes. As you can see, some of them end up as part of my plaster junk pieces. But the dentures? Tempting to bring them back to the studio, but I left them behind, as I imagined a toothless neighbor frantically searching for them.


Silk collage

I’ve been rummaging through my gigantic bin of hand painted silk scraps to make collages like the one you see in the photo below and also here. The scrap pile keeps growing, both when I mess up a silk painting and when I’m just experimenting. These are really fun to make, so you’ll see more of them in the future.


Frightening birthday clown

I have written before about my birthday ritual, which takes the place of gift-giving. The ritual is this—I go to a thrift store with my family and have them compete with each other to find the ugliest and most useless item. I choose and then buy the most hideous of the tsotchkes & proclaim the person who found it to be the winner. I turned 66 in April. My husband won the competition with this frightening clown. It looks like it was a part of something larger—perhaps a lamp that would scare children into doing whatever their parents told them to do? Some sort of nightmare-inducing game? Whatever it was, it now lives in my studio and makes me laugh whenever I look at it.


Happy birthday to me!

When my family asked what I wanted for my birthday, I said, Let’s all go to a thrift store and have a competition. Whoever finds an object that is the most useless and revolting wins.

The competition was tough because this particular thrift seems to specialize in useless, revolting things, but when I had to choose, I chose this.

The message on the base reads, “Love is...crying buckets when he goes away.” Yes, well, it’s certainly a good idea to cry a lot when your beloved has someplace else to be. And to be naked while you’re doing it.

But there’s also a special feature that you can’t see in this photo. Wind it up and it plays the tune from an equally revolting movie, “Love Story”. A catchphrase of the movie was “love means never having to say you’re sorry”, which, after being married for 32 years, I can tell you is just hilarious.


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