Musings of a middle aged misfit.
I worry about the meaning of words at times. Specifically here, the word 'art'.
Now this is one, I haven't seen. It's interesting but I too wonder about the artistic value of some of tehse. There was one 'art' installation in Underwood Street that was basically a bar, stools and a collection of old ashtrays with cigarette butts. I did photograph it but it's really not worth posting.
Thanks Ann. No wonder I hadn't seen it. Maybe I should still post my odd laneway art.
I think this is brilliant.... thanks for sharing.I like to know that people are doing lovely mad things ;)
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