kid-stuff as art

Architects’ wives may struggle to maintain their minimalist homes to Dwell  standards.

clutter free minimalist home

perfect home, perfect child

Once children come into our lives, the house fast becomes cluttered with stuff.

Spending money on storage cubes, cases, trunks, bags, boxes, baskets always appeals as a quick fix solution (the only true solution is an overnight stay – without children – in a chic hotel). But as one carts these into the house it dawns on us that we are bringing even more stuff into the house. Stuff packed away into new stuff is still stuff – and it clutters the house shamefully.

One solution is to transform some of the children’s stuff into art. Hans Bellmer provides inspiration for interesting transformations of dolls.

For those who find artfully arranged dolls a little disturbing, this toy car installation might hit the spot.

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5 responses to “kid-stuff as art

  1. Wow, verry nice that toy car installation…My son would like to have that much McQueens 🙂

    • i made one myself – a large and surprisingly cheerful peace sign – out of toy cars that my son no longer uses. A more ambitious project is taking shape in my mind, however, as my son the car tinkerer (with more refined tastes in cars these days) collects somewhat larger cars. The matchbox cars now have some pleasing order but the full sized ones that occupy our (architect designed cantilevered) car port and surrounds do not. I’ll need a paddock for that installation and a helicopter for the aerial photo opportunity. It will be Smithson style land art or should i say, land-fill art.

  2. Clark Park Girl

    Ah, I get it now. Thank you! I am the middle-aged daughter of an architect, trying to piece together the mysteries of my childhood. As children, my sister and I were not allowed to have the fun toys we saw advertised on television. We had to play with those at our friends’ houses. We longed for those toys, we begged for them as much as we dared. We asked Santa for them. We got strange, wooden toys. Instead of Barbies we got rag dolls made of brightly-colored cloth. Instead of the dream house we got a strange grey box with doors and windows, wooden furniture and dolls with no faces. Now I understand why. Thank you for another piece of the puzzle.

    I guess this explains also why we were not allowed to have brightly color rain gear like other little girls. Instead, we had olive drab raincoats and black umbrellas, at age 6! We were also transformed into art.

    • Dear me. Bless your little cotton socks and sandals. What amazing details. Please please consider writing about your childhood- what incredible stories you have to share! Do you think you have forged your identity in your own way in spite of this – or in reaction to this- or do you think it has shaped you and left its (2B graphite pencil) mark?

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