045 Jeffrey VanOsten


While working on a carpentry job, I was twisting and twisting this wooden stud, when finally it came apart. I lifted the end of the board with the nails in it to my eye. I noticed that the nails had spun themselves together. Two nails separated by one board, so close yet so far, now entwined as one. It was all there: the readymade, one more version of the “KISS.” I dropped it in my pocket, digging it out to show anyone I thought would be interested. It’s been sitting on my TV shelve for about three years, going unnoticed. Now on display for all to see that art is everywhere.