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Every person’s handwriting has always been unique, a signature of their soul. This is changing. Handwriting is becoming like the digital age, uniform blocks of letters printed, not scripted. So when you find a collection of old letters, the beauty of the writing causes pause. An art form on their own. Most of the time, the letters record ordinary happenings, a train ride, a wedding, school, a relative or maybe a new love. It doesn’t matter, there is beauty in the writing. We write and strive all our lives to become the unique beautiful person our writing promises. You wish you could see the person, ask them about their lives, watch them write. You can’t of course, but you can add your own hand, a clipping or photo to paint in their lives, to imagine different happenings. All in honor of the art that flowed in ordinary letters from their hands…. David Young


You find objects and things when you wander. Some remind you of the scene you see and feel. Others are just art by themselves. ASSEMBLAGES are attempts to put these found objects together and make them art. The roots of this art are as ancient as the pile of rocks in the desert or the cubist constructions of Picasso. They can take the form of almost anything including idle collages, simple groupings of objects and sayings, to  just objects in their own right. They all share a sense of impermanence, like a sand sculpture on a beach. A new perspective drawn by the artist, but not there for long. Assemblages are uniformly hard to photograph. Perhaps the reason is as Marcel Duchamp (The Bicycle Wheel) said. He felt a work of art was not complete without the presence of the viewer. It is only the viewer who can generate the energy of imagining reflected by the art piece. Good photographs or not, I will always take pleasure in viewing how objects I find look and how they m