Housebound #4 – More things I’ve found in the street that hang around the house.
Housebound #3 – The things I’ve found in the street that hang around the house.
“What are the bags for?” J asked the girl who was working that part of the corner.
“I don’t know”, she replied snippily “I don’t live here”.
Relic or rev-head retro.
Found: Foster Ave St Kilda
Found: St Kilda beat
Found: St Kilda Beach
or lifestyle choice?
Found: Peanut Farm Reserve
No Standing
Found: next to Balaclava Station
Found: Foster St
Heather found this work and wrote:
“I have to admit I was most intrigued when I came across a small package containing some money (old pound notes), a cotton patch and thread, and a newspaper cutting from the Births, Deaths and Marriages secion in the paper dating 1957 rolled up in a piece of mattress ticking tucked into the wall bordering O’Donnell Gardens and Luna Park.
When I unwrapped it, I instantly felt as though I was invading someone’s privacy. That these posessions were very special to someone and that they had been lost. That this may have been all that they owned.
I thought about returning it to the place it was found, but instead it now hangs on my pinboard at work. I feel, rightly or wrongly that the owner was experiencing a sense of loss and that now the physical acknowledgment of that loss has also now been lost to them.”
Stash is part of the Cracks in the Pavement project. The work calls attention to the ‘in-between’ spaces encountered throughout everyday life. The project focuses on details within the urban landscape and encourages close inspection of our social space. Artists have placed art objects into the landscape for people to find and keep.
So what did happen to Stash #1? It didn’t stay long under Simon Perry’s cushion. Did it get handed to the info desk at Linden Gallery or did somebody hand it to the police because there was money inside?
I can just hear the conversation now. “Has anybody lost three, one pound notes, a lock of brown hair, and an ad from the ‘Missing Friend’s’ column, all bundled up in old piece of mattress cloth?
What would the ‘old boys’ who used to live in the boarding house have to say about that (Linden used to be a boarding house until the early 80’s).