i dismantle things and put them back together.
this is what i do.
often, i find myself disassociating with these found objects that i'm 'killing and frankensteining' back to life. if i get too attached to any one thing then i won't peel it apart and make it my own.
today, i took a children's book and cut it away to form a backing for something else. it served as nothing more than light cardboard to me.
but, sometimes i break long enough to actually see what i'm ripping to shreds. the board i cut (above) read:
'if you become the wind and blow me,' said the little bunny,
i will join a circus and fly away on a flying trapeze.'