Found Art #1: The Climber!

In the penultimate days of the year of our Lord 2007, I'm forced beyond my will to reflect upon the year. I'm also forced against my will to look at some truly pathetic garbage on TV and at stores. I'd prefer to not have to go to stores, but it's pretty much the only place where you can buy stuff. I usually choose to do something more fantastical. I am an artist, yes, but I also think that beautiful things can be found all over the place.
I know that 'found art' is gaining popularity these days,so in essence, we're all able to be brilliant artists these days, and we don't even need a Genius grant to do so. I don't have the patience of for a year long chronicle, nor do I have the publishing backing of 'FOUND' magazine, but what I do have is a cheap webpage and therefore a limitless portal to the world.
So one weekend we had what we call 'Board Game Weekend' where a bunch of us nerds gather around the table and play board games. I know what you're thinking, 'Finally, something that is properly titled!' and yes, you are correct, since we have brought practicality back to fun. We had wrapped up a long 7 hour game of 'Twilight Imperium' (which I logged and photographed...coming soon...) the night before and everybody left town while I was out of the house doing something. I come back in and I'm cleaning up after those jackals and I found something...which is possibly the most important piece of found art ever..uh...found. Behold.

That's right. I've dubbed this 'The Climber.' Another perfectly titled piece found in my very home! I was cleaning, running rag across filthy sticky countertop stressing under the weight of so much toffee peanut residue, when his little mustache called to me 'Here! Help me!' in some indescribable and adorable little language. I looked upon him...upon his simple yet noble features, his rugged attire and his rough and ready stature. I gasped slightly as his aggressor stood, poised, with the steely resolve of a young George Bush during pledge week.
Personally I think that this was sketched hastily in the middle of a desperate night, possibly waiting on the stars during a midnight border run while fleeing extradition. The way for the artist to physically manifest the adrenaline soaked nightmare that was his fleeting existential quandry was to grab a pen, grab a 3x5 card, punch himself in the face until his face bled and let his face bleed sweet faceblood all over the paper, letting it take whatever form it chose. Strangely, it chose the form of a slightly handicapped looking mountaineer and an amoebic animal.
Though this will likely never make it to any museum(because I'll never let go of it) I think that it is important that the story of this plucky Swede be told.

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