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Morphing Crap from My Purse

I have completed another exercise from Caffeine for the Creative Mind. The assignment is to look into any cluttered compartment you control, like your desk drawer or briefcase or purse, and choose three items. Put the items on a piece of paper in some random composition and trace them. Remove the items and flesh out the drawing to create something else entirely. You can turn them into one larger item or three smaller ones.

My purse is crazily cluttered. I have never been one to carry one around unless I have to, like in cases when the stuff I want to have with me doesn't fit in my pockets. But when I need to carry a purse, I prefer this one. I have had it for years--a small, warn leather thing that feels like an old saddle bag. Once, while staying out in the dunes in Michigan, I left it out in the rain overnight, and in the morning, I had to dig it out of inches of wet sand. I think the rough treatment only served to give it more character.

Anyway, this purse of mine is quite often filled with handsful of change, wadded up one dollar bills, old receipts, paper clips, various odd things. I dumped it out on the floor to choose just three items. Here they are--my wallet, a pair of sunglasses, and a sour apple Dum Dum sucker I picked up at the dry cleaners.

After tracing these things and filling them in, here is what I came up with--three unrelated items--an open laptop, a stringed instrument of some kind which I don't believe exists in reality, and two cheeseburgers side by side with a few fries behind them.
Not a bad creative exercise, I think. Maybe next time I'll try to create something out of the tin of mini Altoids, the lipstick, and the old shopping list folded again and again so it's close to becoming origami. Or maybe next time I will pull three random things from the junk drawer in the kitchen, if I am not too afraid to open the thing.

Comments

dive said…
Wow! That's a great idea for an excercise, Robyn! When I get home I'm going to have a go myself.
You really have a lollipop in your bag?
Scout said…
I have TWO lollipops in my bag. The other one is root beer.

Do you carry a purse, Dive, or will you be searching through a drawer?
dive said…
Root beer?

Over here, a purse is a little beaded thing that old ladies keep their pennies in.
If I were looking for really strange crap to draw, I suppose the most cluttered place I have is my head.
Sassy Sundry said…
That's fun.

I love dum dums. We used to get them after dancing lessons.
Miz Minka said…
What a fun exercise! Keep posting those, I won't even need to buy the book... (Well, the "smelly" exercise you blogged about I couldn't do anyway because I have hardly any sense of smell -- or hardly any sense at all at times, ha!) If I didn't have to work on a commission pastel painting ASAP I might even try the purse exercise myself. Maybe I'll just "steal" the idea for later! :)
Gina said…
That is a great drawing.

Fro a normally organized person, my purse is a complete mess. I blame the four year old. It is he that causes me to haul around extra toys and wipes and all sorts of other crap.
peahen said…
That's a fun exercise, Robyn and your example is fun. I had to read the text to find out that it was actually a laptop, I thought it was a cut-throat razor to start with. Does that say something sinister about you or about me?
Vic said…
That's a really cool idea, Robyn.
What you don't carry a piece?

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