The Rusted Wrench
The Rusted Wrench was plucked from the earth one Autumn morning in 1997. On a sunrise walk my uncle chose to walk away from the ocean, and instead turned inward towards the farm fields. That day he brought back a token. It was a monkey wrench he'd found on the ground that had been curved and rusted into a sculptural artifact. No longer serving its original purpose, having been changed by time and the elements and made Other by decay and secrets. There’s a kind of American Gothic dissonance just in the words - The Rusted Wrench.