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The Art of Typewriter Sculpture with @jeremymayer

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Inside his studio in Oakland, California, artist Jeremy Mayer (@jeremymayer) transforms typewriters into majestic mythological beings. His most recent completed commission is a sculpture of the Greek titaness Theia that is over 7 feet tall (2.21 meters) and made entirely of components from 40 different typewriters. “I don’t solder, glue, weld or wire the parts together,” says Jeremy. “I use only screws, nuts, pins and springs to assemble the sculpture in the same manner that the typewriter was held together.”

The painstakingly detailed process to create a full-scale human figure requires more than a year of Jeremy’s time. “I spend countless hours trying to figure out how to put this stuff together,” he says. “Doing an accurate likeness of a person hurts my brain. Hurts so good, though. There’s a lot of trial and error. I’m done when it creeps me out, or if I walk into the studio and the sculpture startles me because it looks like someone is standing there.”

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Daily poem

- melissa ward - Birmingham poet, writer and artist.

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Autumn sigh

Soon that time,
When shadows stretch long,
Soon that time,
When the sun goes weak, and the moon grows strong,
Soon that time,
When what was green goes gold, when what was young grows old,
Soon that time,
She chases ghost’s gale that she loves so,
Soon that time,
Leaves spiral down as they let go,
And a young man commits their wind dance to memory,
(and the ache of what it means)
See October is a beast that rides,
Through forests of midnight you’ll see her glide,
She was not meant to be tamed,
Nor ever meant to be named,
She can never stay long,
See, she’s already gone,
A black smoke blur across a tempered heart,
That you will carry, then remember,
Beyond this breeze that rattles timber,
Beyond the freeze of late December,
And as these words with truth you take,
Fiery leaves scatter against dark blue in her wake

~ R.Queen

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