Oh, don’t it look lovely?…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s existential angst is centred around the sound of the word wool.

I am writing this in my little notebook in the cafe – it is Tuesday afternoon:
On the way into town on the bus about an hour ago, I had an idea for some big artworks. Well, not ‘artworks’ as such, but large constructions which will definitely have a bit of artiness about them.
As the bus was going past some tall blocks of flats I glimpsed some greenery, trees, and sky between two of the blocks. The buildings were forming something almost like a frame for the bits of nature showing between them – like a very large and detailed picture in a frame.
My idea is to build some very large empty picture frames, oh, say 20 metres by 12 metres in size, in places with ‘attractive’ views; maybe the Cornish coastline, the Yorkshire Dales, the Grand Canyon, the English Lake District, Mount Rushmore, the Taj Mahal, &c. for people to look through and see the spectacular view nicely framed for a change.
The ‘Great Frames’ would be made of a durable material that won’t start to look unsightly after a bit of weathering, perhaps stainless steel would do. The four frame edges would be about 2 metres wide and would be without decoration, and in a neural colour – or, perhaps even in a nice bright colour, such as yellow, but the colour could be decided after construction is finished and each frame is sitting happily in its environment.
The Great Frames would be carefully positioned for optimum aesthetic composition, and some sort of viewing area would be needed in front for the crowds of spectators.
I realise that you don’t really need a frame in order to admire a fine piece of scenery, but we all know that most things look better with a nice frame around them, don’t you agree? Anyway, people would immediately connect with this experience because it would already be familiar to them, like looking at a super-large, and extremely high-definition TV – a massive ever-changing, never repeating, colourful painting – a masterpiece of nature! Gosh, I’m so clever!…
There… I think this piece of writing is now finished. I’ll do you a quick sketch of the project on another page of my notebook – oh, and I’ll colour it in with some nice bright pencil crayons when I get home.


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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12 Responses to Oh, don’t it look lovely?…

  1. memadtwo says:

    If you were Damien Hirst, you could make millions with this idea…

  2. This is ingenious! Just think of the money you could make from charging for Premium Viewing, with the added bonus of no adverts (because obviously advertising hoardings wouldn’t be allowed to obscure such a pretty view.) I do like your little inspiration drawing too. 😀

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