Jar of Marbles No.2
I was working on our backyard here in Fresno, moving a bunch of rock that had at least 40 years of dirt build up in beds. I’d dig ’em up, pour ’em out on the steel grate of our chaise lounges and hose ’em off, pulling out the weeds, sticks, and leaves as I went through wheel barrow after wheel barrow for about 5 weeks straight.. About halfway into a dozen wheel barrows, as I washed the dirt away, I started finding marbles. Not just one or two, but dozens. From the amount I found I’d say some kid must have spilled his/her can on the rocks and the marbles just disappeared into 4″ inch deep of rock only to be bury with weed blower dirt over the next 40 years.
This jar is a combination of those marbles and a bunch of others I had stashed away in one of my garage boxes. I probably kept those to use with a sling shot.
I was working on our backyard here in Fresno, moving a bunch of rock that had at least 40 years of dirt build up in beds. I’d dig ’em up, pour ’em out on the steel grate of our chaise lounges and hose ’em off, pulling out the weeds, sticks, and leaves as I went through wheel barrow after wheel barrow for about 5 weeks straight.. About halfway into a dozen wheel barrows, as I washed the dirt away, I started finding marbles. Not just one or two, but dozens. From the amount I found I’d say some kid must have spilled his/her can on the rocks and the marbles just disappeared into 4″ inch deep of rock only to be bury with weed blower dirt over the next 40 years.
This jar is a combination of those marbles and a bunch of others I had stashed away in one of my garage boxes. I probably kept those to use with a sling shot.
I was working on our backyard here in Fresno, moving a bunch of rock that had at least 40 years of dirt build up in beds. I’d dig ’em up, pour ’em out on the steel grate of our chaise lounges and hose ’em off, pulling out the weeds, sticks, and leaves as I went through wheel barrow after wheel barrow for about 5 weeks straight.. About halfway into a dozen wheel barrows, as I washed the dirt away, I started finding marbles. Not just one or two, but dozens. From the amount I found I’d say some kid must have spilled his/her can on the rocks and the marbles just disappeared into 4″ inch deep of rock only to be bury with weed blower dirt over the next 40 years.
This jar is a combination of those marbles and a bunch of others I had stashed away in one of my garage boxes. I probably kept those to use with a sling shot.
Credits:
Title: “Jar of Marbles No.2”
Artist: Mike Pitzer
Medium: Graphite & Colored Pencil on Paper
Original: One-of-a-kind Artwork
Image Size: 19.5″ W x 26.5″ T
Signed & Dated: MPitzer ’22
Series: “Happy Art”
Style: Pop-Realism
