Discards, odds and ends…

picture of various assemblage art materials such as old photo, ribbons, boxes, small broken glass pieces
Stuff, lots of it…

Here in the studio I get to play with lots of stuff. Broken, discarded, old, battered, melted, worn…sounds like how people can feel as well.

I work with assemblage art to bring lost and invisible narratives back into the discussion. Material culture can be referred to as being captivated by ‘thing theory’. I find recovering, and recontextualizing old objects lots of fun. So pictured above is a little sampling of the things I find in antique shops, flea markets, beaches, and receive from kind people as well as on occasion find by the road side.

Oh and that dapper little fellow up in the left corner? This old photo indicates the young gentleman’s name is Albert. Quite a dashing young fellow from history don’t you think?




Antique soft porcelain (c. 1870 - 1890) and a couple of pieces of 40-year-old coral.
Antique soft porcelain (c. 1870 – 1890) and a couple of pieces of 40 year old coral.

In a world where things don’t seem new enough, quick enough or ‘fresh’ enough, I am captivated by these antique  German porcelain fragments.

Years ago, I had the honour and privilege of researching and documenting a small artifact collection at the Native Canadian Centre of Toronto. The narratives that unfolded were incredibly rewarding, and,  it was this experience that dramatically informed my current art practice.

Now, I love creating art with old, rusty, broken, aged components. I am intrigued by the secret life of stuff. Well,  It isn’t really the stuff,  it’s actually the secret life of the makers, consumers and collectors that I find fascinating and mysterious.

These little porcelain pieces were dug out of the ground after resting there as factory seconds and rejects for over 100 years. They weren’t good enough to paint and be sold on the market in the late 1800’s, and yet, the detail and craftsmanship puts most contemporary goods to shame.

Over 100 years later, I use these pieces in my art to celebrate material artists, reflect the past, to evoke  narrative left to the imagination of the viewer and to reinforce the ideas of life, death and resurrection.



Animism Anyone?

Just another rock?
Just another rock?

Does anyone out there believe that objects have a life of their own? A soul? Or am I all alone in this neo-pagan age being called woo woo queen? When I refer to animism, I am not claiming that a rock over there is walking towards me and telling stories about its alien masters, nor am I wearing a foil headband to keep the ‘rays’ out, however, I do believe in my ancient ancestors’ relationship with nature. They believed that everything had its own energy, personality and soul.

From my own experience with academia and anthropologists, I must conclude that the term animism is imposed primarily on Indigenous viewpoints and on anyone who doesn’t see a separation between spirit and material, or, those who feels that objects considered inanimate, such as rocks or plants have energy or spirit.

It is something you dare not say out loud for fear of being called ‘simple’, ‘challenged’, ‘immature’, ‘uneducated’, or just plain odd. I don’t actually fit any of those descriptors other than perhaps…odd.

I know that objects have their own personality, and that is why I am drawn to material culture, man-made or natural. It is why I am compelled to make things. I also know that people with different points of view don’t always agree and can explain anything in a way that is often familiar or socially acceptable.

The rock pictured at the beginning of this post is of a gift that was given to me by a friend who knew nothing about how much I love bears, nor did she see this as anything but a piece of quartz. I respect that. I just look at things differently…I hope you can too now and then, as it helps sustain diversity and open-mindedness.

What is this Green Orb?

Green Orb on Sweater
This sweater is black…so what is the green orb to the right of my necklace?
Green orb still on sweater. Shot at a slightly different angle a few seconds later.
Green orb still on sweater. Shot at a slightly different angle a few seconds later.

I take a lot of photos. I understand dust reflections. I understand how to use SLR digital cameras. So when I took about 50 pictures of products for an upcoming Etsy shop launch, I was a little surprised to find this light anomaly. The light hadn’t changed. It was a sunny day outside, and I was shooting indoors. I own a Canon Rebel EOS with an 18 – 55 mm lens. The camera setting was on automatic.

The porcelain head is an antique from 1870, the old iron key is of unknown origin. The sweater, lens, and mannequin are all stain and smudge-free. I didn’t see anything unusual through the lens at the time of taking the pictures.

no green glow on this pic...
No green glow here….

I do have pictures with a  few unexplained lights and shadows, however, this green orb is a first. So what do you think? Is the little boy head haunted? Is the key giving off a weird glow? Do I need to learn more about odd lens flares, or has this happened to any of you? I didn’t change the settings or lighting, and, two shots later,  the rather odd green ball of light disappeared. I couldn’t replicate the orb. I didn’t see it in conjunction with any other piece of jewellery I shot. When I converted the  ‘camera raw’ file to use in Photoshop, the orb,  even when viewed very close-up, didn’t yield any clues.

He looks pretty peaceful don’t you think?


Mary, Belle and Baby…

Mary, Belle and Baby

So here I sit with another black and white photo, retrieved from yet another junk store,  after yet another pack-rat fest…

Why oh why couldn’t I resist a smiling little girl with a hair ribbon, a  grandmother, a fresh little baby? Do I really need more photos of total strangers when my own family pix are scattered throughout the place like a breadcrumb trail to the past?

Probably not. Yet what a nice picture. What a nice family, what an idyllic scene. I think there isn’t a person in this sea of rapidly changing identities, and cyber realitites that doesn’t feel a tinge of longing and nostalgia for a slower and simpler time. Not only that, we get to speculate about people, and, use our imaginations.

The back of the picture has these three words printed in pencil, “Mary, Belle and baby.”Enough said. Here is my brief profile of Mary, Belle and Baby…if you want to submit your own narrative, join in the fun in the comment section.

“Mary is a lovely nine-year old girl who possesses an unusual yet well-balanced and easygoing personality. She is simultaneously shy and disarmingly direct. She loves yellow hair ribbons, ponies, shiny clothes, and, can kick major butt when confronted by bullies. Belle is her Grandmother and loves Mary and baby, although baby seems to get a lot more attention. Belle is a 57 year-old, church-going suburbanite who loves tupperware and a smart dress. Although she attends church regularly, she chain-smokes, plays bingo and kicks major bully butt when no one is watching. Baby is simply baby, and no one really uses his proper name ‘Herbert’ yet because his personality hasn’t  formed. He eats like a horse, but sleeps like a rock so no one minds his daytime screaming fits. Mary doesn’t mind that he regularly sticks his fingers in her eyes and pulls at her yellow ribbons. Mom is taking the picture. Dad has gone to war. Grandpa died.”

A typical middle-America  photo and story. I just love pictures.

Murder by Design

Vintage china from a beach in Salem, MA
Vintage china from a beach in Salem, MA

I am a  scavenger, as the many bins of odds and ends I have stacked in my studio would confirm. So, when my husband and I were told of a certain Salem, MA beach that is a veritable treasure trove of broken ceramics, glass, bottles, and a few unidentifiable rusted things, we could not help but grab a couple of bags and flap our crow wings over there to peck for a while.

We were not disappointed, and found a wonderful cross-section of remnants from everyday lives. A melted lens from an old pair of eyeglasses, old bottles melted by intense heat, either from the Salem fire of 1914, or a garbage incinerator, jars, a tiny perfume bottle, and many bits of coloured china and glass.

We tried to edit a few things and perhaps left a small glass jar or two, but we kept a fair bit. A talkative, local gentleman who couldn’t contain his curiosity, wondered why on earth we were collecting this ‘stuff. ‘ To clean up? For money? I don’t think he could fathom what intrinsic beauty we both saw in these discards, and, I am sure the poor security people at the airport would have been extremely concerned if not for the business card I tape to my stowaway goodie-bags. The card reads Monica Bodirsky, mixed-media artist.

My current artwork is an ongoing exploration of narrative, life, death and memorial, particularly as it relates to material culture. Because of this, I find a  variety of small objects, or ‘oddjects’ as iI call them, wherever I go. These silent and worn bits inspire me to retrieve my Sherlock Holmes cap and find the hidden stories they guard. While I don’t create narrative pieces specifically about the objects, the information does inform my choice of component combinations and provides an odd sensation of rescuing forgotten memories.

I haven’t put the following  broken china piece into an assemblage work yet, but wanted to share the backstory I discovered when I looked up the makers mark on the bottom.

Top view of Jackson Vitrified China, originally from Falls Creek, PA
Top view of Jackson Vitrified China, originally from Falls Creek, PA

I found out that the Jackson Vitrified China Company was located in Falls Creek, Pennsylvania, and, that it had been originally named “Bohemia Art Pottery”.  This company,  founded in 1905 by brothers Emanuel and Louis Fischel took on partner Harry Jackson in 1914 when business was not thriving.  By 1916, a new gas-fired kiln was added and the company name changed to  ‘Jackson’s Vitrified China Co.”

Maker's mark.
Maker’s mark.

Sadly, on November 26, 1924, Harry Jackson and newly hired salesman William Darden were shot and killed by disgruntled employee, Jon Souccob, who then turned the gun on himself and committed suicide. Souccob had a note in his pocket demanding additional payment for his designs.  Despite the tragedy, the Jackson China Company continued until 1989, when a suspicious fire destroyed the factory. Thanks to a collectors’ link below, I could date  the mug from 1923 – 1946.

This information made me reflect on several things. Being paid for art or design has been an ongoing struggle, lead-based contaminants in the china making process were dangerous, and, material culture, even discarded, can seem to have agency because of obscure narratives.

I will keep you posted on the finished assemblage.

Below are a couple of links about this history and the Jackson’s Vitrified China backstamp or maker’s mark.




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