Over
the next few hours people stopped and took notice. The sun was shining after a
week of grey skies, so the city folk were out for a gentle stroll, and they had
time to take in their surroundings now that they weren’t huddled beneath
umbrellas, noses to the ground. It was a good day for appreciation. And so they
stopped to admire this new work of art that had sprung up so unexpectedly. Fingers
were pointed, cell phones were whipped out, opinions were swapped. One and all
agreed it was indeed a fine piece.
And then along came some buffoon who certainly had no appreciation of the finer things in life. There were gasps as he swung back his bare leg, which had blatantly not seen much sun over the winter, and then more gasps as he brought it forward and his Nike Airs made contact with the plastic. The crunch echoed in the silence that had fallen over the crowd. They gaped, aghast, as the bottle launched in a perfect arc before landing in the middle of the road, where its fate was sealed by a yellow taxi and its deadly black tyres.
In the furore that followed, the delivery boy turned artist stood to one side, watching in amusement. This had all provided a pleasant diversion on a rather slow Sunday, but now families were getting peckish and there were meals to be escorted to their rightful owners. And it was at that moment, when the delivery boy turned artist made a move to do his real job, that his phone rang.
Art can make us all see the world in a whole new light. And, it seems, never more so than when an art gallery uptown declares that they have just seen your work with plastics on Instagram and they are intrigued to see some more, and could you perhaps drop by, at your convenience of course. The artist formerly known as delivery boy was last seen glugging gallons of Evian and trampling the empty bottles for all he was worth.
I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry at such absurdity. My mind is full of thoughts of the emperor and his new clothes, an image I am trying desperately to banish. But I don’t really have time for much pondering just at this moment – armed with a roll of packing tape, I am off to find myself a prominent little sidewalk spot and think of something creative to do with my empty candy wrappers. I have plenty of them.
And then along came some buffoon who certainly had no appreciation of the finer things in life. There were gasps as he swung back his bare leg, which had blatantly not seen much sun over the winter, and then more gasps as he brought it forward and his Nike Airs made contact with the plastic. The crunch echoed in the silence that had fallen over the crowd. They gaped, aghast, as the bottle launched in a perfect arc before landing in the middle of the road, where its fate was sealed by a yellow taxi and its deadly black tyres.
In the furore that followed, the delivery boy turned artist stood to one side, watching in amusement. This had all provided a pleasant diversion on a rather slow Sunday, but now families were getting peckish and there were meals to be escorted to their rightful owners. And it was at that moment, when the delivery boy turned artist made a move to do his real job, that his phone rang.
Art can make us all see the world in a whole new light. And, it seems, never more so than when an art gallery uptown declares that they have just seen your work with plastics on Instagram and they are intrigued to see some more, and could you perhaps drop by, at your convenience of course. The artist formerly known as delivery boy was last seen glugging gallons of Evian and trampling the empty bottles for all he was worth.
I can’t decide whether to laugh or cry at such absurdity. My mind is full of thoughts of the emperor and his new clothes, an image I am trying desperately to banish. But I don’t really have time for much pondering just at this moment – armed with a roll of packing tape, I am off to find myself a prominent little sidewalk spot and think of something creative to do with my empty candy wrappers. I have plenty of them.
Inspiration struck today at ... Bonsignour Café, Jane Street
I have loved this spot since the last soccer World Cup when the owners mounted a huge TV screen outside the café and each day draped the flags of the nations battling it out that day on the pitch. Drew quite a crowd.Pros: Benches outside are ideal for sipping coffee and people watching.
Cons: Overwhelming smell of cleaning fluid first thing in the morning. Very happy they are keeping up standards, but seriously, air the place once you’re done.
