It’s all Flea to me.

It's all Flea to me.

Real inspiration comes from things that can’t be replicated or reproduced. The genuine article is thrilling when you find it. I’m looking at a collection of dolls eyes on a street in Sofia, Bulgaria. I’m rustling through pages of a book entitled ‘Examination of the Urine’ in a used book store in Toronto, Canada. I’m haggling for 50 year old jigsaw puzzles at a market in London, UK.

The places, the people, the objects... they spin yarns into balls and I am the kitty cat. This project is a celebration, an homage. It’s about appreciation and repurposing. I want to share the stories of the past and create new unexpected futures.

So go rummage. Go delve, I implore you. Go get your fingers dusty. Chat. Uncover. Design. Reveal. Decorate. Dream… of Flea.

By any other name, would smell as musty. Garage sales, swap meets, vintage stores, charity shops, flea markets, car boot sales, yard sales, dollar stores, pound shops, curios, emporiums, second-hand shops, antiques shops, thrift stores… Whatever you call them, you’ll find me there.

I’ve acquired a lot of bits and pieces over the years. I always had ideas for what I could do with them but somehow they all just stayed in a big box, more or less how I’d found them. Not any more. I vow to breathe life back into these things that in a singular moment of joy excited me, confused me, appalled me, enlightened me, inspired me, and pass that feeling on.

I am Citizen Flea. Come smell my must.

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It’s all Flea to me.