Poor oiled-up octopus. He’s short on tentacles – a mar given to him from a polluted world. He spends his days in hiding; his nights as a hero to fallen stars. Where do you think shooting stars go when they fall?
This is a project borne from my recent obsession over recycling plastic bottles. The bottle shown was for an aloe drink purchased from my second favorite hang-out: an Asian market. I cut a slit on the side of the bottle, then made some holes – one on the cap and one at the bottom – and inserted a steel rod in the center so it could spin as I spool or dispense the yarn.