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Wednesday |
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Been so on-task lately
with work and move and remodel and other leeches
sucking time and money I haven't done anything
that feels creative. Then a
kitchen outlet fritzed out. Luckily I had a
replacement GFCI handy. I'm not a
hoarder, but I am curious about stuff and don't
like to just chuck things, so I took the bad one apart and brought the metal bits to the
dining room table where I fiddled with them until
this creature came about, a dormant side of
me waking up. Pretty standard
figurative scrap art, but this one is loaded with
meaning. Who can say what
impulses drive us, what symbols rattle around in
our heads and how they manifest? I call it WHITE
MAN BRINGS PEACE TO THE NEW WORLD. Metallurgy was
a big deal back then, a distinct advantage. This
fine fellow is armed with some kind of metal
projectile firing weapon, in his other hand a
dagger--or maybe a cross?
The epaulets of an admiral,
a forked tongue of broken
promises, siffed-up
protuberance to screw the native populace, and wandering eyes so large with
greed they pop out despite the mask meant to
disguise ruthless intentions. And to think this
little demon was hiding in the background all
along. Exposed
at last. |