Modern Day Gleaning. That's a better description for the kind of recycling that happens in my studio. Not so much to keep it out of the landfill, (although that's a good thing too), but there's more excitement involved here. Like treasure hunting. Like secret finding. Everyday is a safari, my eyes scanning the jungle, ears listening for those clues that someone is willing to part with a particular item. Like light bulbs. Non-working ones of course. Or rusty, square nuts. Those two things can make my stomach fill with butterflies. Even as a kid I scanned the gutters for bottle caps and old screws. There's a certain giddiness in getting something for free. You know there is. Stuff is the stuff that fills my space. The challenge is carving out table space to put it all together.