My maternal grandmother was to magazines, newspapers, string, aluminum foil, fabric remnants, pencils, button, bits, bobs, bric and brac what Warren Buffet is to money ie a hoarder. She grew up during the Depression so no scrap of random whatever needed to fear the rubbish bin in her house. Instead, said item would be carefully folded and stored in a drawer/cupboard/under the couch along with the other random whatevers, just in case a time came when an odd shaped piece of brown paper/string/single pink button would be needed.
No wonder I thought of dear Nanny when I saw the work of Phoebe Washburn. She creates "room-size architectural sculptures... built from the scavenged bits of the urban world in which she lives."
Washburn has only ever sold one work to a private collector (I can her my mother, who bears the legacy of Nanny-induced fear of clutter, breathe a big sigh of relief). In the main, her sculptures are commissioned by galleries as temporary installations.
Also... Washburn and her work also remind me of one of my heros, Rosalie Gascoigne.
Anyway, check it...
Phoebe Washburn in her Brooklyn studio
Adam Friedburg for W magazine
True, False and Slightly Better
Installation at Rice University Art Gallery
Heavy Has Debt
Installation at Faulconer Gallery, Grinnell College.
Photo by Daniel Strong
Nothing is Cutie
Installation at LFL Gallery
It Has No Secret Surprise
Institute of Contemporary Art, University of Pennsylvania
April 20 - August 5, 2007