The narrative is clear. Find something inherently ugly and write something about it, to its advantage. After all, concrete might have feelings and all art needs recognition.
I found some ghastly slabs, on the green central reservation of the street where I live, near the smart apartments, (above). The strip was popular with drunks and users and for some reason, one of them had abandoned his trainers. Perhaps, he just needed some laces. I should have empathised and helped out but it takes real courage to jump over one’s prejudice.
The council has opened the area up and so the ‘unwholesome’ residents have had to move on. I’m sad that they no longer have a place to sit, but pleased to feel safe again. OK. The fear of crime is always bigger than the reality, and our fear means a casual piece of art juxtaposition will never reoccur. Shame.
Here’s my piece called ‘Slab’.
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Slab opens debate. Am I art, or you, or them? Bench and shoes, bemused.
I use Haikus to help me adopt a mindful approach to things I see. Try it sometime. Let me know how you get on.