In a past life I think I was a possum. I have always been intrigued by other peoples garbage. In fact I pretty much furnished my university share-house with solid gold finds from council clean-ups.

People throw away so many things that still function. I have an entire garden of of ditched plants that I’ve brought back to life, a bamboo tiki bar and once I found the complete discography of Culture Club on vinyl… which would be great if I liked Culture Club.

Yesterday, on a coffee run, I passed a junk pile that is perpetually replenished in Surry Hills. I often have a snoop as I pass by and yesterday I found a fully functioning drawing desk complete with a straightedge.

There was nothing wrong with it, it was merely dusty from years of disuse.

I cracked out the spray and wipe and set it up in my studio for a test run. The desk has new life and will hopefully facilitate some excellent ergonomic drawing sessions.

EDIT: And the next day I found this book in a junk pile in Surry Hills.

Was it sitting in a junk pile or in a gold mine?… it was a junkpile, but there was a book in it.