Joseph Bennett

Finding Nothing

I believe that this body of work began during childhood; standing in front of my father’s workbench and admiring all that lay before me – tangled wire and rust, heavy metal and bits of color, dusty cabinets, hiding treasures beneath faded cobwebs.

And even now, to find objects that were once used and maybe even loved, held for a time and then discarded – to thrift stores and alleyways and trash cans.

To discover their astounding beauty and fall in love, this is what I do.

And my hope is that you find beauty here too, in the rust and metal and bits of color, and also wherever your journey might lead you – out onto the sidewalk, past the age-old doorways and tin cans, down into my father’s basement.

© Joseph Bennett