Posted on 08/19/2015 7:50:21 AM PDT by fishtank
Actually, beach sand under a microscope is very interesting, especially for a former geology major such as myself. It varies greatly depending on location and local geologic conditions. Some consists mostly of mineral grains, others, mostly tiny shell fragments.
Monty Python - Arthur ‘Two Sheds’ Jackson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HLjS3gzHetA
BFL
It seems to me he could just draw a particular thing ONCE, and then put a number next to it for how there are.
So his grandfather doesn’t really have a 100,000 things in there per se, but if he’s got, say 4 1 lb. boxes of 5 penny nails, you don’t need to all 3,000 nails, but 1 5 penny nail could represent all of them.
Same with all the identical bolts, pins, screws, nuts, washers, connectors, hooks, etc., etc.
But to an observant artist type they are not identical. Each one, with its various pock marks, scratches, and rust stains, is distinct.
ping
Nailbiter?
Fingernails, or the metal ones?
:)
I think this is a great story and what a way to remember his grandfather. I would like to see these drawings some day.
I think you forgot you moved them back behind the furnace..........
Come to think of it, I might have moved one of the compressors back there, have to check today.
Mine is an old cast iron wood burning stove, it even has a water heater built in.
(snicker, snicker)
Oops, thanks!
Odds are that Mr. Phillips’ Grandpa knew what every item was, how to use it and where it came from.
I don't see his artistry as OCD but rather as a love for his grandfather.
For most normal people, what we wouldn't give to spend another week with our parents and grandparents, missing them as much as we do.
Guess its either maturity or just getting nostalgic.
I see it as a tribute to his grandfather, and that it is a labor of love rather than something to be ridiculed.
It’s an amazing story of the man who compiled those things, one or two at a time over the course of his life.
And it IS interesting to think that the grandson was so touched by his grandfather’s death that he wanted to preserve the things in the shed before they were given away or destroyed.
Blame the instructors. I was an art student at UW-M (Milwaukee) in the late 60’s. That sort of stuff was enthused over and encouraged. The very worst crit you could get from an art teacher/professor was “It’ll sell.”
Today, I hear, “Well, you actually made a living at it!” (depends on what you call ‘a living’), from some of those very same students, most whom didn’t continue in art, but didn’t end up destitute, either.
I remember when they re-named Commercial Art something like Advertising Design. People would get agitated if you said you did ‘commercial art.’ ‘Commercial’ became a dirty word.
It was missing. Welcome back, cotter!
My late father-in-law saved EVERYTHING. Every calendar he ever had (in case those years came back again). Thousands of old rusty tools (and hundreds still in the hardware store shrink-wrapped, unopened and covered with dirt). Old cat litter. Buckets of old granular material (never did figure-out what some were). Unidentifiable objects. Bottles of 19th century hardware. Very old newspapers (see “calendars”, above), bundled and covered with dirt. One cellar light that worked (an old bulb hanging from a 1920s horse hair covered wire). Unopened bags of cement long gone to solid stone. Hundreds of vases and bottles, all covered in dirt. Empty burlap bags. He died, by the way, sitting up while eating breakfast. Found him that way.
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