Steel Spatula c. 1940

This steel spatula, anonymous in origin, is spare and elegant. Imagine the artisan's hand, shaping metal with fire and hammer, coaxing form from resistance. I see in this object, not just a tool, but a survivor. This spatula tells a story of labor, of meals prepared, of a life lived close to the hearth. I wonder about its maker, their intent, their world. Did they envision the patina of time, the subtle dance of rust and wear? The star motif feels both playful and profound. Think of Ellsworth Kelly, simplifying form to its essence, or Agnes Martin, finding transcendence in the everyday. This spatula shares their quest for beauty in simplicity. It's a reminder that art isn't confined to galleries, it lives in our hands, in our homes, transforming the mundane into something meaningful.