Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Urban sculpture

Call it post halloween fatigue, we were gonna work on our diy wreaths for an upcoming show and just didn't feel like sitting in the studio. So Jon and I did what we would always rather do on a sunny Monday in the city, junk around. We were on the hunt for lumber for Red Dawn (the movie being filmed here) to blow up and other assorted projects and located this oddity. Like the tree growing through the bike found this spring, the barrel of nails rusted into a solid mass is a product of nature and time. In a place like Detroit, things of no consequence are often left behind and in the absence of human activity, mother nature takes over. Rather like an African fetish with heavy biblical overtones, provided by the universe and rescued by the salvge slave.

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