One Hundred Yards of dock space in Genoa Bay, hemmed in on one side with corrugated aluminum boat houses, and on the other with float homes. The latter constructed of everything imaginable.
In one of the floating dwellings lives Tom Faue (whom I have never met) and creates fantastic collages made from debris one usually finds around docks and marinas, or maybe at chaotic engine repair shops.
And here is his contact information - should one ever feel inclined to purchase one of his works. They sell quite well, I understand, from chatting with some of the other float residents.
Untitled...a radiator grill with a bullet hole (?) mounted on gravel and framed in wood.
Coiled anchor chain, surrounding a metal opening. All mounted on rows of verdigris tinged weathered rope.
Saw blades lined up like tree trunks with steely lumberjacks. All mounted on an undefinable background and framed in more serrated saw-blades.
A dark distorted metal opening on a bed of rusty nails.
Almost out of character, a smooth collage of various metal plates and metal fittings with a stylized mask.
To the left, something that appears like a skeletal spine, made from metal hooks and rings.
Leaping salmon on corrugated aluminum.
Detail of a coffin shaped piece of wood, half eaten by grubs. Mounted on it are obituaries of well known and well loved local residents. Pitted black metal backs the newspaper clippings.
Most of the sculptures HAD titles. Those little bits of white cardboard, revealing their secrets, tend to blow away in the first wind and leave the visitor guessing...
