Even more than this, I love Picasso's sculptures built from found objects done in the 1950s.
The goat. See the leather fringe on his side? What do you think his head is made from?
The stork. See the shovel and spigot?
The bull. Bicycle seat and handlebars.
The baboon. Car for a head.
There is something reassuring as well as conservationist in the use of found objects in art. I love the idea of using what already exists, has been tossed aside and is unused, to create something interesting and beautiful. I also find that seeing what is familiar in a sculpture of something else gives me a sense of understanding and connection I might not have found without the object being used that way.
It reminds me of writing poetry. We find fragments in everyday life and put them together with other fragments that no one would think to put together. And they become unified and deeper, if the poet is good.