I love typewriters. (Like, REALLY love them.)
Part of the appeal, I suppose, stems from nostalgia: I banged out my first childhood stories on a monstrous electric typewriter that weighed almost as much as I did.
The other part is the romance of the typewriter: the mental image of a struggling writer hunched over clattering keys in a cozy attic office (with rain on the roof and endless cups of steaming coffee, natch).
I was admiring the pretty typewriter pictures Google had to offer when I came across the wholly unexpected:
Says artist Jeremy Mayer:
“I disassemble typewriters and then reassemble them into full-scale, anatomically correct human figures. I do not solder, weld, or glue these assemblages together… I do not introduce any part to the assemblage that did not come from a typewriter.”
He makes the most incredible wildlife, too:
I find them eerily beautiful.
All photos in this post are copyright Jeremy Mayer.