Here he is. Walter Gladstone Darbyshire the first, who will be followed by my uncle and my cousin. This is him in 1920, my grandfather, union man, long-time Detroit resident, and decoupage artist.
Grandpa Walter had a basement hideaway. We weren’t allowed in there without him, though sometimes we crept in anyway. It was a dark room, with an electric-lit fire inside a plasterboard mantle and a real deer head mounted above. I remember being picked up to stroke the buck’s nose. His fur was smooth going down, bristly if you swept up; he had long branchy antlers and shiny glass eyes.
I’ve never seen another room quite like this one: mysterious but comfortable, in an endlessly exciting kind of way. My mother told me Walter sometimes dressed as a swami for Halloween. Replete with a turban and a crystal ball. It sounds spooky and perfect, though when I was a kid, it would have been hard to imagine him in this role. He was precise in everything I saw him do: sifting the dirt in his garden, pruning the raspberry bushes and the crabapple tree, building a patio from colored cement blocks.
In the dining room on Burt Road, the wall behind the head of the table, where he sat at every meal, was filled with a photo mural of forested mountains, perfectly applied and finished. Inside the kitchen cabinets, Grandpa had decoupaged pictures of kittens and flowers and other things like that. They always intrigued me.
When I moved out here to Brooklyn, so many years ago, one of the first things I did was glue strips of a poster onto the back of the bathroom medicine cabinet (installed in 1938). They were getting gnarly, so I scraped them off and saved the bits for a scanning project. As for the cutting edge, in this case it’s literal: the shelves are thick glass, with a lovely curved edge in the front. But the other sides are dangerously sharp. What were they thinking? They’re heartlessly difficult to clean, and yet, these details of home life from the past are inspirations to me, and I wouldn’t dream of trading in this cabinet for a new one.
By the way, check out those moiré patterns on the poster fragments. Love them! And this is where I diverge from most digital art practice, e.g., “moiré patterns are often an undesired artifact of images produced by various digital imaging and computer graphics techniques” (à la Wikipedia) and 139,000 articles about removing them. Au contraire, mes amis, the dots are beautiful.
Images and text by Catherine Rutgers © 2013
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