This is not art. No. 48…

But first…
Dulltown, UK: Today’s carefully selected adjectives are: glutinous, abaxial, avital, majuscular, thelytokous, nonillionth, and clammy.
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As we in the West read, and concomitantly absorb our view of the world from the left to the right, we must assume that the artist here, leaning out from their striking and meaning full creation, has grabbed our arm, pulled us closer, and is trying to whisper in our ear, in a tired and resigned voice, ‘Hurrah, hurrah for the red, white, and blue!
‘Hurrah’ indeed. The red, the white, the blue – these colours, so popular in our bright national flags, our bunting, our patriotism, our love of country – are here looking old, scuffed, and worn, subdued, and lacking their former eye-catching flapping vibrancy.
The red, it’s straight edges now ragged and rusty, seemingly held in place, supported by common steel bolts; the white, originally clean and spotless, now dirty and cracked, its mottled and soiled skin rough to the touch, should one venture to run a finger over it; the blue, not the clear blue of the sky on a spring morning, but a drab, grubby, tired and well-used blue, all its meteorological optimism thoroughly extinguished.
And what about the applied panel to the right? What is it saying?
See, there is a half-hearted attempt to introduce a more cheerful blue, a true sky blue, but it is being eroded and shredded by vicious rectilinear lines of filth; even the tiny patch of environmental green, with a glimpse of its bright white border, will inevitably be covered by the encroaching…

No, no, you see, I spotted this a few months ago. The photo shows the side of a closed-down workshop or garage on a small industrial estate here in Dulltown. I think the wall must have been originally painted red, with a sign board on it, but later on, after the wall was painted white the sign fell, or was pulled, off. What that thing on the door is, I have no idea.
A nice composition though!
Click!…

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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5 Responses to This is not art. No. 48…

  1. Jheron Bash says:

    Marvellous! A masterpiece of the TINA genre, Dave ….

  2. memadtwo says:

    All of our flags are weary and worn…

  3. David Manley says:

    ah..I detect a hazy but clear message contains within this posting David!

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