Finishes

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DISTRESSED FINISH

PEELED OR RUSTED THROUGH

WET THEN DRY THEN WET AGAIN

AGING AS WE SPEAK

GATHERED UP FROM FAR AND WIDE

HEAPED UP IN DISHEVELED STACKS

TEASING AT SOME DEEP MEANING

Photos gathered from junk shops and scrap yards in the Northeast when I was traveling by car there a few years ago. What exactly is the appeal of rusty old things? Do we think we can get a glimpse of the extent of time’s doings? Yet it’s not even a clock-tick in terms of imaginable natural history.

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