‘Kay—y’all know how I
like to wonder about the stories behind what artists refer to as objets-trouvés, right?
Well, here’s a
for-example, in the parking lot of the Park-and-Ride:
I mean—what do you
suppose? Because even if they fell off the roof of a car when the driver drove
away, you have to wonder how they got up there. Or maybe the driver (or a passenger;
coulda been a passenger) pulled them off to change into something a tad more
fetching, and forgot about them. Or maybe they were left there on purpose
because…well—lotta places to go with that one.
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