About.
Junk with paint started as a means of repaying favors and showing appreciation through the building of tables, the painting of old windows, and the repairing of all things broken. Since then, it has evolved to an off-the-cuff creative endeavor.
At its core, junk with paint begins with salvaged materials. From there, sandpaper, nuts & bolts, stains, crayons, and spray paint add a fresh and urban feel. The goal of junk with paint is to create furniture and art that suggests time travel. Old and new materials combined to bring original creativity and sturdy craftsmanship to an era littered with IKEA conformity and thrift-store "finds".
Personally, I shouldn't know a thing about creativity. I was born and raised in the northwest corner of Illinois, in a Greek household bursting at its seems from baklava, satellite soap operas, and animals covered in salt, pepper, garlic, oregano, lemon and olive oil. I moved on to St. Louis to study economics and environmental science; then to DC because, well, that's what you're supposed to do when you finish college, I guess; then to London for graduate school in environment and development. Now I'm in Portland where I analyze economic issues related to the environment and natural resources.
Why do I paint and build stuff? Good question. I like being productive. When I was a kid, I played with Lincoln Logs, like, all the time, and I constructed elaborate mousetraps* using dominos, pots and pans, chairs, and anything else I could find (other than the breakable stuff in the dining room, which none of us were allowed to enter aside from Christmas, Thanksgiving, and when we ordered pizza because the delivery man always went to that door). So I guess the inclination must have started there.
*We did not have mice. My mom would have unleashed a nuclear arsenal on any rodent dumb enough to enter our crumb-free home.
At its core, junk with paint begins with salvaged materials. From there, sandpaper, nuts & bolts, stains, crayons, and spray paint add a fresh and urban feel. The goal of junk with paint is to create furniture and art that suggests time travel. Old and new materials combined to bring original creativity and sturdy craftsmanship to an era littered with IKEA conformity and thrift-store "finds".
Personally, I shouldn't know a thing about creativity. I was born and raised in the northwest corner of Illinois, in a Greek household bursting at its seems from baklava, satellite soap operas, and animals covered in salt, pepper, garlic, oregano, lemon and olive oil. I moved on to St. Louis to study economics and environmental science; then to DC because, well, that's what you're supposed to do when you finish college, I guess; then to London for graduate school in environment and development. Now I'm in Portland where I analyze economic issues related to the environment and natural resources.
Why do I paint and build stuff? Good question. I like being productive. When I was a kid, I played with Lincoln Logs, like, all the time, and I constructed elaborate mousetraps* using dominos, pots and pans, chairs, and anything else I could find (other than the breakable stuff in the dining room, which none of us were allowed to enter aside from Christmas, Thanksgiving, and when we ordered pizza because the delivery man always went to that door). So I guess the inclination must have started there.
*We did not have mice. My mom would have unleashed a nuclear arsenal on any rodent dumb enough to enter our crumb-free home.