No, this is not art…

But first…
Dulltown, Europe: Today’s random dictionary words are: bobolink, bobak, wapper, wapiti, pennill, penology, and yerk. Please have these words looked up and placed in suitable sentences ready for Professor Mouldie first thing after breakfast tomorrow morning. Please note, the professor will be conducting tomorrow’s lesson with the aid of a glove puppet and ventriloquism…
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No, this is not art…
It’s nice looking though isn’t it?… Well, isn’t it?…
I took this picture back in July on a day trip to Leeds Yorkshire. Perhaps, dear reader, you are wondering about the title I have given this post? It’s pretty obvious that this isn’t art, it’s the arse end of an old and well-used steel rubbish skip (I believe that in the US you call these things ‘dumpsters’ – Oh, I see (after a bit of Googling) that the name comes from the Dempster-Dumpster company back in 1935. Well well, I’ve always been curious about that.)
So, what am I going on about?…
Well, I’m sure I have covered this ground before, but nevertheless I will proceed. Lots of artists like to do abstract paintings, and good for them, but nature and serendipity make a far better job of it – in my opinion. No matter how you strive to be ‘abstract’ and ‘random’ and ‘splishy-splashy’ it always ends up looking a little bit contrived, unconvincing, and possibly a bit ‘arty’, and it is nowhere near as good as something like this masterpiece of colour, composition, and even drama, that you see above.
Just look at those wonderful rust-brown squiggles – they look like a wild beast has stopped to scratch and sharpen his claws here as he was on its way to do some nighttime hunting up on the bleak moors; what about that misty fading-to-grey towards the top, where fire has affected the yellow paint? Ah, also the rich russet rusty areas where the paint has burned off completely to let the rain and weather do its fine work on the naked steel. You are not supposed to set fires in skips, but I know people do… Of course the flatness of the painting is nicely highlighted by the protruding knobbly ironwork of the hinges and handles…
Well, I think it looks great! If I had taken the picture from a bit further back and got more of the street in shot it wouldn’t have been half as impressive, that close cropping around its edges did the trick… most of the credit for the photograph must go to serendipity though…
Is all this falling on stony ground – it’s only an old yellow skip in the street after all?
Oh, I’ve just spotted something – the hinges along the top edge of the thing look like the three little hands of Mother Nature, hiding behind, holding it up, for us to admire her work… I think a round of applause might be in order…

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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