I feel there's something special about assemblages. Collections of found our ready-made objects put together in a kind of art that lies between sculpture and installation, doused with a lot of coneptualism. The meeting of originally unconnected items can bring out memories and feelings that you thought weren't there anymore.And that is the case with the works of James Prochnik (and several other artists co-working with him in some cases) - the man wanders around antique stores looking for things that evoke something in him, striving to create "sculptural haikus - concise and precise artworks that reflect on time, aging, dreams, and mysteries of the spirit (...)". Exceptional art, something that, through initially weird, reaches deep within us. Something perceived as ugly, yet somehow beautiful.
Artist's page.
Wonderful and inspiring.
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