Molly Findlay grew up between Northern California and the Mojave Desert with free-spirited parents and a free-spirited attitude toward creation. In fact, because of the desolateness of the latter place where she grew up, Findlay grew up with a bold imagination and the time to create, which is an unsurprising foreshadowing of her present day profession as a prop stylist and set designer. However, Findlay’s fondness for creativity and unique utilitarian pieces of art did not remain limited towards styling, as it soon found another outlet in the design of her own pieces, such as the Mrs. Noodle Pillow, Parterre Table, and Chicklet Formation couch. Soon enough, Findlay, along with husband Everard, formed the Mother of Thousands art collective, in which they brought together talented artists and designers. With the collective taking over the store windows at the men’s store at Bergdorf Goodman (on display until April 25th, 2016) in an innovative installation, Molly shares an ode to the beats and sonnets, stating, “this would be the proper way to answer our questions.”
NeueJournal: What was the impetus to create Mother of Thousands and what do you wish to achieve with this collective?
Molly Findlay: Because, the most marvelous people that ever there were, inventors of the highest order! that Everard (AKA Mr. Bunny) and We knew and know, the thrill of building new context for every fabulous creature, and then,
O glorious world, which the some may have rent asunder, what though copious lunch to be had suckling at the corporate teat, may now we look toward another source? the source of life which is the rightful source, say nay to knivery in the backery, we refuse to subjugate each other and reject all subterfuge of form, cloaking the explorer in a sheltering pavilion. yea a Tit Pavilion ! more estate for those lingering at the borders, a new teat! a new life! a new world! The mathematician! The composter! The Royal Exoticist! The wordsmith! The chiseler! The warbler! All for One and One for All!
NJ: Your home incorporates a lot of the pieces that are being shown at the Bergdorf windows. Do you view your pieces differently when they are displayed as art as opposed to when they are functioning as furniture in your home?
MF: The object! The object! The object! We never object.
NJ: You’ve stated that you came from a crafty family, which is evident in your profession. Was there ever a non-creative path you were going to take? What do you think your life would look like now?
MF: Our tribe? we mean, and meant to say, philosophical craft, lifelong marriage of materials and wit, and PhD’s whittling. To the second, most likely lawyerly, can you imagine! alas, endless paper is not our friend.
NJ: What is your motto?
MF: Beware the grotto!
NJ: You recently migrated upstate from Williamsburg. How would you describe the move?
MF: house, mouse, mice? nice! space, displace, replace up over beyond and yonder to greenery and pesky deer, roll away though stayed from blessed burg, of next next next and bitumen, afar the yonder trees we sought, then dried our eyes when that first awful love. your steely bosom, O city mine, draws us back in for another chapter. home? gnomes? genomes? No missing, only misting of ferns and sweet sojourns in the carapace of the old and still beloved haunt, that apartment which never shall die, nor never leave us. The Brooklyn of yore, may we all fetishize you.
NJ: What is your favorite time of the day?
MF: When pitch of still the gloaming long gone and terrible raccoons creep above us, everyone finally silent and not asking one million questions with their one million eyes, or else the most shady hour, whichever it may be, keep thee to the mist and shadows! Or else! when everything turns pink, or else dawn! only never never never 3pm unless it may be the hour of nap, even then it must be the nap of all crush anxiety.
NJ: If you had to describe your life at the moment with a song, which one would it be?
MF: From Hamlet’s speech by the Shakespeare, but the old-school hip-hop version:
“I have of late, (but wherefore I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition; that this goodly frame the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy the air, look you, this brave o’er hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire: why, it appeareth no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.’
What a piece of work is a man! How noodle (sic) in reason, how infinite in faculty! In form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seem to say so.”
But more obviously Formation by the Original Doyenne, Beyonce.
NJ: What is the best advice you’ve ever received?
MF: One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others, by means of love, friendship, indignation and compassion. -Simone de Beauvoir.