My brother-in-law is what my daughter calls a "freegan". He scours the neighborhood at all hours of the night looking for usable stuff that unenlightened businesspeople are throwing away. Generally, he looks for scrap metal that he can cash in, but sometimes he finds some pretty cool stuff. A couple of years ago, he came across a box of plastic hands behind a rheumatologist's office. They apparently had been used to illustrate the difference between normal and severely arthritic hands and my husband has used the most grotesque of them to decorate on Hallowe'en. I needed a way to display bracelets at a book signing where I was offered a table, so my brilliant and beautiful friend Janet suggested I use some of the hands. I took all of the normal hands and painted them with acrylics to hide the worst of the scratches and wear. I think they turned out pretty cool. (And Dave still gets to use the distorted ones for his creepy Hallowe'en display.)
The book to be signed, by the way, is called "At Spring Again" and is a collaboration between Liz Casey (poetry) and Doris Diamond (photos).
https://www.facebook.com/AtSpringAgain. Profits from the book will be donated to "Food Not Bombs".
Thank you Thing.
