The Art of Trash Art
Oh my god, it's true. One man's trash IS another man's treasure. And one man's ceiling is another man's floor, but that only applies to art if you're hanging mobiles or installing light fixtures. I pondered, lonely as a clown, my 96-year-old friend Velma Englehard as she swerved and swayed in her station wagon while perusing my River of Strange for outstanding garbage contributions by my neighbors on trash pick-up day. The roof of Velma's car was heavily laden with the day's bounty. Day-old bread from Food Lion, half a window air conditioner unit, parts of lawn mower, and a rolled-up piece of Astroturf... ... read more
