Hoarvesting

Had found this curvaceous lamp almost a year ago in the garbage, tacky plastic flowers filled inside with a dusty, musty smelling lampshade. The clear wide vase made my mind race with possibilities.  My first desire was making it into an aquarium but the logistics of it is more complicated, hence the discontinued product. Another was a miniature dollhouse with a spiral staircase around the spin of the lamp. But having miniature items around always makes me feel like a giant, which depending on the day, can be a great feeling or a depleting one. During spring-cleaning of the apt, the yarns found themselves out of a plastic bag and into the vase. The white lampshade also presented itself to me on the side of the street just last week. It came together just in time for those gloomy fall days.

And if I was miniature, this would be my oasis.