How curious art is, we go to the dump, see these pencils in a coffee can – Maria saw them, I didn’t see them at first – and she said the same thing George Forss said, “this is art,” and I felt the same way, I brought them home, started figuring out how to photograph them, and it seems the pencils touched a deep chord in people, they are already famous, half of the people who came to the Open House pointed at them, exclaimed about them, as soon as George had a free minute, he took them too the stone wall and started taking photos of them.

They strike a chord in me too, their color, the time and era they seem to suggest, the number of them. All I know is an elderly man brought them to the dump on Saturday and Mike the town manager sensed something special about them and put them up on a table for people to take rather than chuck them down the garbage chute. He saw the art in them too. I love photographing them.