every button tells a story

To support the claim artists make about found objects and stories, I submit the following. Had to go to my North Shore skin clinic and endure the unpleasant but necessary procedure of having spots on my face and forearms frozen/burnt with liquid nitrogen. I offer these details as a humanising mise en scene. Luckily I’d had lunch in a cheerfully busy yum cha place, filled to the grim with bustly families. So the glass of white wine served as anaesthetic for what was to follow. Afterwards I visited an op shop or pre-loved vintage objects purveyor; we haggled over a plastic bag of buttons. Of course, how do you establish the worth of a quantity of buttons? How long is a piece of string?

Going home by train, I began the satisfying process of bundling like with like in the small deal bags provided: shell buttons being fragile were the first to be gathered. Then I noticed a number of 60’s trick psychedelic buttons: a small one that featured a closed eye with Twiggy length eyelashes, as you tilted it the image winked. Where did these come from. The north shore sees itself as a style meister place. Doubtless a young swinger of the 60’s compiled these remnants of those hectic days…. Watch this space for the object combine.

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About anton veenstra

tapestry weaver, fibre artist, gay/qr activist, multiculturalist
This entry was posted in 1960's, finished work, narrative, north shore, personal belief, psychedelic, style meister, Twiggy eyelashes. Bookmark the permalink.

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