I was recently telling an artist friend of mine how I was building a collage from scraps I find (or perhaps they find me). Like a bird builds a nest, layer upon layer, I placed discarded pieces of Masonite, cardboard, washers, and even metallic threads. With each addition of cut, torn, or frayed elements, I added paint embellishments – both exposing and enhancing the textural elements of the items. The collection of materials resulted in a mingling of smooth, rough, matte, shiny, and reflective surfaces. From beginning to end I was intent on re-creating, if you will. Music played, and I found meaning in my method. Even the two frames were repurposed, as I found them collecting dust after they’d housed old, faded photos.
Remnants are surviving traces, or small remaining quantities (and perhaps qualities) of something larger, hence the title. The overriding sentiment of Remnants remains one of somber reflection that is altogether alluring to me. I hope you find your own personal message and take from it what you will.