A reflective response to Jim Murdoch’s For the want of a nail
This is basically just a visual indication of how hard it can be to choose a direction when you think you’ve matured as an artist then pull over at a truck stop on your way there expecting one thing and finding another bunch of things crowding your mind altogether.
to the healthy looking tree
My car parked beside
the inoperable guts of
the missing petrol pump shell
There’s a gas barbeque here under a shelter with a steel bucket beside it that’s half-filled with egg shells, a sculpture of Black Caviar that serves for a chimney, and a rusty old gun fixed to point at passing traffic, and only passing traffic. There’s a redback living on the trigger.
*heads up to Leanne Cole
and Ed Mooney
whose black and white slash colour photography prompted me to have a bit of a play and twist a few dials. I’m only working with a handful of basic Irfanview tools here, and numerous hours of patient fiddling, so there might be some off-putting oddities on close inspection, but I’ve never let that possibility stop me from playing with my in between time before…