In one of the 3 stories in my favorite book, New York Trilogy by Paul Auster, the man collects objects found in the streets of New York during his everyday walks. They are all broken or damaged, and therefor, he asks himself if these should still be called by the same name, since they don’t serve the purpose anymore for which they were created for in the first place. For example, should an umbrella without its fabric still be called an umbrella?
Anyway! When I saw these photographic shots by Barry Rosenthal, created with detritus found on beaches (mostly plastics), spitted back to us by the sea, I immediately thought of this book.
Art with garbage. Me likes.
Via } Etsy