When I was a girl, I was quite a junk collector. I saved every trinket I could find and
traveled with my Junk Collection, an assortment of gumball machine toys, Cracker Jacks prizes,
feathers, broken jewelry, and rocks delightfully housed in an old Pringles can.
I still have trouble leaving sparkly bits and trinkets behind.
Thankfully the world of mixed media art has renamed junk and raised its status in doing so. Useless pieces of junk are now called "found objects." What was previously a greasy chicken sandwich wrapper found on the side of the road is now called "found paper." I love the new terms.
They reflect the sense of mysterious good fortune I feel when I find something to save.
I like to find such objects and paper in junk mail, on the floor, and in the scrap pile left behind when I work on a project. Last Saturday I decided to tear all
my found pieces into tiny bits and sew them together. These are some of my creations.