Kitchen Bench


The old picnic table bench, with a fresh coat of black paint and felt on the bottom of the legs to protect the floor, is ready for indoor use.  The handwoven top was purchased from a rug weaver (believe she’s from Columbiana, if I remember her name, I will edit this) at the YSU Festival of the Arts in July, 2013.

I like this old bench.  It is made of a heavy wood, not pine.  When I had to part with the picnic table on a move years ago, I could not bring myself to part with all of it so it was sold as a table with three benches instead of four.  Since then, this bench has sat on porches and got hauled to places so I could sit down.  (Some chairs hurt me.  My spine will not let me sit on soft, fluffy furniture.)   Here, it will go in my kitchen, slide into the open space under the sink, so it tickles me to have it re-purposed.

Here’s to a good day… thanks for reading!


Art Revised


Going for an art sending plant-like shoots of new art out into an industrial wasteland for the base revamp made this assemblage much better.



Done?  No… I spelled “fifteen” wrong.  And I’m not thrilled with the beads stuck under “fifthteen” either.

So, next step is to scrape all that off…  geez.

This is called “Art Grows in Youngstown” and it is one of two tiles going artsy in a public art project for the 15th YSU Festival of the Arts.

Maybe I ought to stick with numbers?