Art is Rubbish

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It sometimes amazes me what people abandon or throw away. There must be stories behind all these pictures. Some will be weird, some could be tragic.

Strange how one person’s rubbish becomes another person’s treasure.

Anji found the elegant  white chair – which we used in the garden of a former house – beside a skip.

Quite clearly, whoever burned the scooter didn’t want anyone else to have it.

The more organic the rubbish, the more it gradually blends into its surroundings. The broken wooden ladder fits right in, whereas the plastic drink container looks completely out of place.

The plastic beach toys were an odd find, as there were no children around, even though it looks as if they are just taking a break. Probably two toddlers who forgot where they’d left them. I mean, it doesn’t take a Sherlock to see that.

More difficult to work out is how the flash white shoe got on a deserted winter  beach. Must be a shoeless, one-legged pimp somewhere about.

Andalucian snails will attach themselves to anything that doesn’t move quick enough. A speed sign makes a nice meeting place. Or a leg if you stand round long enough.

Dead, giant turtles often wash up on the beach here in Conil, but dead dogs rarely do, thank heavens. I’ve seen two or three massive dead turtles  over the years. Rotting in the fierce sun they stink to high heaven.

There are hundreds of rusting anchors near the port and they start to form sculptures on their own.

I’ll be digging about my files for more rubbish to add to the pile in the coming weeks.