Announcement This is the revamp of the original TheAssemblagist store. Same sorts of eclectic what-have-you's but even more because we're bringing in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, known to those far and wide, as Dead Mule Style. Stay tuned ... it's coming...
This is the revamp of the original TheAssemblagist store. Same sorts of eclectic what-have-you's but even more because we're bringing in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, known to those far and wide, as Dead Mule Style. Stay tuned ... it's coming...
Isabelle Hermansson on Sep 23, 2013
Fast shipping! love the souvenir set!
Anonymous on Dec 3, 2012
Fantastic item and seller is great to deal with!
Assemblage Artist Creates Tragically Hip Art Pieces for the Every Day Collector
As far back as 1965 in grade school, I began tucking pieces of paper away into books and envelopes. These bits of ephemera blossomed into a rather large collection of magazines, wooden boxes, and photographs. The collection needed a purpose, a reason to exist, so I turned to Art as a means to display its contents.
Friends and family understood my role as archivist. They send me the contents of desk drawers and kitchen "junk" drawers and then stand back and watch as I turn those items into a piece of art.
In the glass curio cabinet, one can see the ribbons won in numerous fine arts shows, the awards for my artwork. And that is how to write a sentence about yourself without referring to yourself.
While my career as a university archivist lasted only a few years -- it helped to jump-start my role as a writer as well as a collector. Perhaps being an information junkie, it is only fitting that my particular brand of art is that of assemblage. Graduate school gave me access to letters written by President Truman, to archival goodness that is all things ephemera and the experience made me want to display the ephemera in my own collection, my personal archives.
Growing up, my parents practically wallpapered our house with books and by the time I was in junior high school, my mom decided she was tired of being at home all day so she started to work in the local high school library. More books, more magazines, more authors entered my life. My parents would excuse me from participating in chores if they found me either reading or creating a piece of art so naturally I turned to those activities as a kid.
Why assemblage? Everywhere I go, I homestead. If not surrounded by personal shrines or detritus, I tend to scrounge out bits and pieces from the area I occupy. This stuff ends up in my house and it needs a purpose. Art.
I suppose the most compelling piece of my personal life puzzle is my love of paper and wood and fabric. I've turned this affection into a lifestyle and as my Mom called it "a going concern" that provides me an income and a means of entertainment.
Love what you do and do what you love. For me, it's writing and it's assemblage art.
I'm sure I'll edit this bit of shop story and create a more compelling read but for now, I can sum up my story thusly:
I conquer massive amounts of cultural detritus by turning it into art.
I could add volumes about my physical limitations, my personal sorrows, and my trials and tribulations but truly, while those are the parts that create the whole, they are not who I am.
Recycle your life and if you can't -- buy recycled bits of the world through my Assemblagist Shop.
Owner, Maker, Designer, Curator, Assemblage Artist
I collect and sell. My wife runs the show.
A writer, award-winning juried artist, biographer and publisher. Grandmother. Philosopher. Wife. Friend. Organizer. Assemblagist.
Accepted payment methods
- Accepts Etsy gift cards
Refunds and Exchanges
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I expect, as do most etsy shops, that your purchase is considered a "final sale". Many of my items are vintage -- and that means scruffed up and old -- so expect them to be that way when you receive them. While I can indeed put lipstick on a pig (see photo on my website) these objects come from my neighbor's basements and attics, side of the road second hand stores, and dusty old barns. There is no tobacco smoke in my house and no mildew or mold.