Castoff Couch | Moscow, ID | November 2019
More than 40 years ago, I found a flawless print of Picasso’s “Three Musicians” leaning against a garbage can at the curb. The art didn’t interest me much, but the frame did. So I took it home with the intention of replacing the print with a favorite photo. That never happened. The more I lived with Picasso’s weird cubist composition — masked performers in a puzzle-like array — the more it grabbed me. It opened my eyes and mind to invention and abstraction. And it helped cultivate an interest in art I didn’t know I had. Now I always wonder how discarded objects will affect those who claim them. What memories, emotions, lessons might take root in the new host?