Stop, Go, Sit

Can recycling become too extreme — on the butt? Ask Boris Bally. His work, says his website, “is both witty and innovative employing the use of jeweler’s skills on non-precious materials.”

He is currently making furniture from recycled street signs, weapon parts, and a wide variety of found materials into objects for reflection. “These pieces celebrate raw American street-aesthetic in the form of objects, often useful, for the home and the body,” he says.

He has also made a selection of key rings, storage boxes and ashtrays out of the remnants of his recycled signs. Oh, and let’s not forget the industrial strength flatware.


2 thoughts on “Stop, Go, Sit

  1. RWordplay

    Apropos of Mr. Bally’s chairs, I offer the following:

    /* Style Definitions */
    table.MsoNormalTable
    {mso-style-name:”Table Normal”;
    mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
    mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
    mso-style-noshow:yes;
    mso-style-priority:99;
    mso-style-parent:””;
    mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
    mso-para-margin:0in;
    mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
    mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
    font-size:10.0pt;
    font-family:”New York”,”serif”;}


    A LITTLE NOTHING 
    When I was a child
    A thing was a thing
    And that was the interesting thing.
     A chair was a chair
    Not the idea of a chair
    And a bird was that thing with wings.
     
    When I was child
    Far away was a mile
    And distance an interesting thing.
    I’d find in the yard
    A path to the stars
    And a track around Saturn’s rings.
     When I was a child
    A thing that ran wild
    I was the interesting thing.
    I’d climb tall trees
    And spy through their leaves
    A boy high above all other things.

COMMENT