Did you ever play a game when you were a kid where you would find faces or see faces in ordinary objects like cars or washing machines? My sisters and I did, it was one of our favorite games to play on the long drive up to the cottage.
Until I came across Keith Larsen’s art, I didn’t know that seeing faces in everyday life is actually a rare psychological phenomenon. While my sisters and I just found faces for fun, it’s a way of life for Keith — and he’s decided to be creative with it.
The duck he found in a laundry machine:-
With each drawing, he includes the original object, like this duck here who was found in the hardware of a laundry machine. I can totally see it now that I’ve seen Keith’s drawing. I think I’m a big fan of this sassy looking duck!
Jan and Fran; the cute couple:-
I would never have seen this! This is Jan and Fran, an adorable couple, wouldn’t you say? He posted this particular piece in support of love and how important it is to support one another. “But in the end, love always wins,” he writes. I think he’s right.
Frankie the furnace:-
Yeah, I’m Frankie the furnace, who’s askin’? Short arms with anger fueled by fire, a bowler hat is my only attire. Burning wood is what I do. For cookin’ stew or warming you. But don’t feed me too much I’m warning you. I’m an earnest furnace, and frankly, I couldn’t care less about burning you.
Hi there! I’m Sharron, the stall wall door. I hope the soap on my face stalls you from leaving this place. My look of surprise caused by a number of hands not using my cleaning supplies. So, come hither and let me sanitize your mitts, then dry your hands after you rinse.
You won’t find me in a bottle of Heinz:-
I’m ripe. Teeth rotten. My other half, forgotten. This crescent face is only recent. But not to panic, by botanic rules my seeds will sprout. More tomatoes to creep you out. Though there will be none like me, I’m one of a kind, you won’t find me in a bottle of Heinz.
Dandy dapper dampener:-
You’re in the bathroom at the urinal urine spilling. A sloth in transit with its oxygen filling. Arms resting in place, smile on its face, slowly but surely, it’s no race. Happy you’re there, the sloth happily stares. As you finish and flush, to the cosmos, no rush.
GAHAYUCK! Hi there! I have some stuff to share! Its ice and water, and I suggest in that order. If it’s the latter first, by all means quench your thirst! But let it be known, YAHUH! You’re in the splash zone. My uneven teeth dispense your desires, push my eyes is what I require.