These photographs are an assortment of art and animal-things I’ve spotted in my travels over the last few weeks. They have no real connection to each other except that they are not connected. Now, in that un-connected connection, they’re connected. Damn it!
A very exciting-looking gas station, indeed. It almost makes you forget that you paid $3+/gallon at the pump. Or that you might be mugged by a clown on your way to make a pee-pee.
It’s a man. A man named Dan, who just happens to be saddled up on a lobster because of course, he is. When I showed this to my daughter Chloe, she asked if it was “that dude from Jurassic Park.” Now I can’t unsee it.
Also, I wish he was holding a banana in that empty hand. Something about that seems so right to me.
In art, and in life we see and hear what we want to. Or perhaps what we need to, at a given time. Some of us are tuned in to seeing hearts, or faces or animals in the clouds. Some of us, are not. The experiences that brought us to this very moment shape the way we interpret all manner of things.
This piece? This piece I interpret as mom-circle at Target with the sounds of “mom, mommy, mom, mom, mom, mommy, mom, mom, momma, mom…” trailing behind her as she clings tenuously to her sanity.
Opera-singing dragon. At least, that’s how I see it.
Harkening back to people seeing things – being able to assemble a lovely little elephant from scraps of car parts is important work. Maybe the most important-est. To be able to create something lovely where others see junk… divine 🙂
Wouldn’t it be great if we could just crank it up by the tail and have it scoot around the yard? It’s springy feet stomping like pistons and a trail of peanut-scented smoke in its wake. If only.