The magnet collection on my locker grows and changes as I find things on the ground or in my pockets. It moves it adds it subtracts it multiplies and it divides. It speaks to me. The cross of the bicycle jesus chain links are held up with a spoke magnet from an old bike computer. The Gary Fisher top cap with a dab of JB Weld is also riding on an old spoke magnet. That UW magnet is a ground score.
I like bikes. I like magnets. I like bike magnets. I like found objects, junk piles, free shit, ground scores and random doo-hickies taken out of context and put back in line. Plumb bobs fashioned from found objects bring me joy. In situ resource utilization in more ways than one. I like symmetry and putting things in order, not just any order but some order that makes sense to me, today, but maybe not tomorrow.
So I dropped a line, a plumb bob, to rein things in. A baseline to riff off. A punchline to rip off. A tagline to leave off.
My first swing at things was a couple large steel washers I found in a loading dock tied on a piece of string. But the magnets were very attractive to the washers and they all wanted to play together.
Later I took another swing at things with a stretchy string that I cut off the hood of my rain jacket tied to a rather complicated alloy doo-hickey I found in a machine shop scrap pile. It worked well in a plumb bob sort of way as I lined things up. Please note the stretchy string is secured at the top by a magnetic knob construction hand painted by those guys down at DANK bags. Fuckin A+. The DANK knob sometimes joins the line up and sometimes it performs other tasks. The alloy doo-hickey is way too cool to just be a plumb bob and will end up somewhere sometime doing something else.
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