Taking Flight


There are some ingredients that I have had for years and for whatever reason, I can’t seem to find a place for them. Sometimes it’s the piece itself. Perhaps having such a strong

presence that it very easily overwhelms the rest of the parts in a Foundling. At other times there is something unique about it that needs a unique placement. And at other times, it just doesn’t fit no matter how many times I try to use it. So I wait until something changes — creating a new Foundling or acquiring a new ingredient.


In this piece, Flight, the bottom part is a drawer from a Singer sewing machine stand. These

stands had the classic Singer sewing machine integrated into them. They had two decorative wrought iron legs and usually had three drawers. These drawers have a flat front — where the drawer pull sits — and a beautifully curved back. I have tried to use this drawer for years

thinking that vertically, the curved top would encase a piece of nature... but I just couldn’t get this to work.


Then I acquired these Gothic shelf brackets. I usually find brackets that are all pretty similar. There were several designs of brackets that were so common that I have stopped using them but these were different. They might still be common as well but I had never seen them before. Suddenly, as wings, they looked so at home next to this drawer in a vertical orientation. From there, as most works do, the Foundling “told me” what to do next. The piece then took flight.

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