To proclaim the place unique, would be the very definition of an ‘understatement’. Stand right in the middle of it, immersed in the collection of devices that certainly defy a common classification. Your jaw drops as you look around in awe at the variety of forms, and you know you've never seen, or will ever see such an exhibit again.
This is no accumulation of Antique Road Show booty. This is a Personal Assemblage Museum of "Look at these great things I found " gadgets, gizmos, ‘wires, tires and armatures’. Small stuff, big stuff and great big stuff. It presents itself as an evolving arrangement that only grows at the hand and the whim of it's creator. Though I do recall Frank saying, “. . sometimes it's the barn that’s in charge”.
All created to work in some fashion for some reason, each artifact resides comfortably with it’s friends. Retired, but not forgotten by the Appreciator in charge. There’s this strange sense that if you took enough time to look around, you just might discover a hidden cord that plugs in and brings the whole thing to life.
There’s a lot of functional imaginings that go on in frank’s Brain; so of course, there is in frank’s Garage too. For me, it’s just a very cool, ongoing expression, by and about an individual that I’m lucky enough to have as a friend. (2014)