I have always been drawn to old things. I enjoy the quality of craftsmanship and the creativity in the building of it. I am fascinated by the accumulation of age; the scratches and cracks, patina and wear. Where has it been? What has it seen? Who has held it, caressed it? How did it acquire it’s character, it’s history? I want it to tell me it’s secrets.
We have grown accustom to the new, bright and shiny and dismissed the old and used. But what if we could embrace the character and life experiences of the old? The rich past with all of it’s faults, and dents, and wrinkled surfaces. How would that affect our future? If we could respect what was, how can that enrich what is to come?