This is not art. No. 38…

But first…
Dulltown, UK/Europe: Today’s octopus is the one in his kitchen washing, drying, and putting away crockery and utensils all at the same time.
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Here’s a photo I took only an hour ago. I had to nip out to the post box, and on the way back I spotted this remarkable assemblage on the pavement. The mattress had been dumped about a week or so ago, and a couple of days later someone added that sprinkle of laths – those barbed things that are used to hold carpets to the floor around the edges of a room. I had walked past this mess a few times, inwardly cursing those ignorant people who happily dump their crap in the street – anti-social bastards is what they are! But since yesterday someone had added that piece of bright red bicycle to the mix – I reckon this was the pièce de résistance it had been waiting for! I whipped out my little camera and… Click!

I’ve seen far less interesting things in posh art galleries!
What a funny combination of items it is. If you were an arty type of person, I’m sure you could read all sorts of meaning into this.
Oh, perhaps this photo will be another of my TINAs – a ‘This is Not Art’ picture? Yes, I think so – it’s an installation!… Let’s make it so!
Right then, what can we say of it?
Well, first we can contrast the softness of the mattress with the hard metal of the bicycle fork and the nasty sharp carpet-gripping prongs of the laths – uncomfortable bedfellows I think. Then we could look at the forms; those laths look so very carefully arranged don’t they? But I’m sure they’re not, they’ve just been chucked on there willy nilly. Some are with their red face up with their nasty prongs at the ready, and some are face down in safe mode. Funny how their red is fairly close in colour to that of the bicycle front fork – almost as if the vandal discarding the stuff was carefully matching his hues. Then we come to the fork itself – see, it’s trying to loll in a cool manner and dangle one leg nonchalantly over the edge of the bed, but of course it’s failing big-time – although he does look as if he’s just about to get up off the bed and stroll away down the street… Beds!…Eat your heart out Tracey Emin!… (TE)
Of course, perhaps it is something more personal to the artist? This piece could really be about incipient insomnia and the disappointment of a suddenly cancelled cycling holiday
Anyway, as a photo, it’s not too bad!

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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2 Responses to This is not art. No. 38…

  1. Sharon Mann says:

    I’d say a very good composition, Dave. It looks as though someone took time to place everything…but we know better, just random trash.

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