Waving from the roof truss…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s architectural term is Rinceau – an ornamental motif consisting of scrolls and foliage. Hm, too much rinceau is a little bit cloying don’t you think?…
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As I was standing waiting with my basket in the supermarket checkout queue the other day I couldn’t help but notice that something was about to kick off in the queue next to mine. Two rough-looking Dulltown women were embarking on an effing and blinding (E & B) argument; there was plenty of colourful and quite inventive language being used; there was some expressive hands-on-hip posturing and finger-pointing going on, and it looked like blows might eventually be exchanged…
I decided that I wouldn’t stare at the protagonists with my lips pursed and my eyebrows raised as everyone else around me was doing, but I would pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. I tried looking anywhere other than at the sweaty-faced girls about to start scrapping. One direction I tried looking was upwards…
The supermarket is quite high and is built like a warehouse; the roof is crossed with steel-work trusses composed of triangles. Draped over a girder high above our heads, and staring down at us with big eyes, was some sort of lightweight plastic inflatable animal… or was it a bird? It was, however, now completely deflated – obviously it had once been filled with helium; it had somehow, probably months ago, escaped its tether and had drifted up to end its days in the roof. It had an orange coloured nose, or beak, but the rest of it was a metallic silver colour; except for its yellow hands, or feet, which had three pointed fingers, or toes. I wonder if it was supposed to be a cute penguin? Penguins were very popular with the kids a while back. Perhaps those ‘hands’ were webbed feet?…
Anyway, one of the yellow ‘hands’ was hanging limply over a beam and dangling down. The breeze from the air conditioning was making the ‘hand’ flap and twitch a bit, almost as if the poor beast was gesturing to us – it looked very sad… It reminded me of the dead Captain Ahab, bound tightly to the side of Moby Dick with stray ropes and old harpoons, his loose arm flapping, as the great whale rolled about, waving to us… Ah, my turn at the checkout…

(Moby Dick)

About Dave Whatt

Grumpy old surrealist artist, musician, postcard maker, bluesman, theatre set designer, and debonair man-about-town. My favourite tools are the plectrum and the pencil...
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