Showing posts with label Trash art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trash art. Show all posts

Monday, August 24, 2009

Rock and Roll Backpack

This really jangles a LOT and LOUDLY when you move, so I recommend wearing it to someplace noisy or people will stare.
Bottom and side of the Heavy Metal Trasht Bag:

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Trash Dress

Recycling Kick!
Earlier this summer (June) I found a couple old dresses and 'remade' them for the Country Stampede--in case I needed some type of sundress... The black one was a ladies size 18 tanktop dress, which i cut off the skirt and changed around. Yeah, a FREEBIE and it did look cute on...
But then I got the idea to take one of my son's extra large gray t-shirts (his baggy phase) and cut it up into a dress. I added scraps (Bailey's prom) and odds and ends, then countless shell buttons all over the entire thing. (I love shell buttons--obsessive, like Joan Crawford's 'no wire hangers' thing--yikes!)
I ended up with a scrap crap cool dress-- will take a final pic when I can locate my camera recharger!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Trash Art #1

Since I was such a loser yesterday, I went for a walk then swore I would make 1 thing.
Here it is, the beginning of my 'raid the junk drawer, layer it down, liquid nail it, add some paint' deMeng-style Art Assemblage.
Here is it--in stage one.
I need to repaint some areas, stain and burn up some antique Norwegian Bible pages or whatever cool text I have, goo on some decoupage stuff--change that unfitting face...repaint again and apply a finish...Stage 2:

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Slide Show


Made a necklace last night while I watched the Olympics. Gymnastics--Chinese Men. Awesome. Beach Volleyball--Latvia. On fire. Swimming: many broken records...
I stole Brigg's 'chain'; so I'll change this one later...
I'd brought home a shoebox of aluminum slides when I worked on Thursday, all someone's vacations from around 1953; made a very simplistic, tiny collage covered by a piece of clear plastic I cut from an empty CD case with a razor blade. THAT was the most difficult part...not slicing myself. I will wear it to work tomorrow, but it will probably be frowned upon...! I can't help it! I WAS bored!