Assemblage. At least, that’s what I think they call this… painting? sculpture? Doesn’t matter. I’ve been messing around with these kinds of, okay, assemblages, for years. Got a few in the works. But they take a long time to do. There’s a lot of time spent just looking at junk. Empty drawers and such that a more practical person would just toss. But I’ll see something other people would throw out, and I think that has potential.

And then I have to wait. Just wait.

Eventually, I notice something else. It somehow makes me think of that old discarded thing I’ve stashed somewhere. Then, something clicks. These two disparate things need to go together. And the juices start flowing. What if I added this? Or painted that? And put it all together?

I like old, empty drawers. Drawers are just begging me to stash something in them; organize stuff. When you stand a drawer up, it becomes a frame. For telling a story.

In this case—a piece I call “Horse Dream”—I decided to tell a story about our horses. They’re kinda in and out of our day-to-day. Feed them grain twice a day. Water them. Groom them. Talk to them. Tend the pasture. Occasionally, go for a ride through the woods on them. All the while tending to our day-to-day as if they were passing through the little box of our lives.

And there you go: assemblage.