trickster’s trash

this is where i babble about the stuff i make • it’s trash

no, literally, it’s trash • it’s made of stuff i pick up off the side of the road • or the creek edge, or the driveway, sometimes out in the woods, but still • usually on the edge of something or other • under the bridge, or at a rest stop, sometimes in hedgerows • you know the sort of place that isn’t one thing or another • liminal space

there’s enough made & immediately wasted in the world • theres enough old & unwanted crap cluttering things up • (kinda feeling the ‘old’ part at least these days tbh) • no point in spending money on brand-new wire & beads that nobody else has touched before • when i can take home old unwanted stuff for fifty cents & a smile • & turn it into something that’s BEAUTIFUL • that’s WANTED