Behind the counter at work is a dust haven. We lifted up the rubber mats today to reveal several months (maybe years!) worth of dust. Don’t be too disgusted – bookshops are a dust mecca. Books attract dust and dust attracts my interest. Especially in the light of my latest project so I couldn’t help but take a few snaps at work this afternoon. Excellent brooches that would easily adhere to your woollen jersey/jacket.
I like the idea that these ‘jewels’ are temporary, that they will disintegrate eventually. I find it interesting to think of them as a record of time, activity and accumulation; a time capsule of a sort that could be excavated and analysed. Even when these break apart they will becoming smaller separate bits or possibly fuse with other bits of detritus to become something else again; but always they will be dust.
Dust according to Wiki = “Dust in homes, offices, and other human environments contains small amounts of plant pollen, human and animal hairs, textile fibres, paper fibres, minerals from outdoor soil, human skin cells, burnt meteorite particles and many other materials which may be found in the local environment.”