I don’t know whether to classify this as found art, outsider art, or found outsider art. It’s probably none of those things, but it did make me stop, laugh, and take several pictures of it.
fifty four
Author: sean
fifty three
I really thought that freezing the motion of a strummed guitar would be more dramatic. I was expecting strings everywhere. I’m a little disappointed. It’s like a ghost in bending the A string. It is the A string right?
fifty two
Its a little early for blooms isn’t it? The weather seems to be confusing a few plants calendars.
fifty one
It’s actually putting a new one back in. What did you do today?Please read previous post. Its 2 AM and I’m basically incoherent.
I… need to stop writing these at one in the morning when I get home from work. It’s really hard to be thoughtful when I’m practically touching my bed, and have to wake up in six and a half hours. Did I just say six and a half hours? Goodnight everyone.
forty nine
Virginal running shoes. My plan is to take this same picture next year.
forty eight
Been seeing a few of these lately. Its both sad and beautiful, as things sometimes are. I first noticed one in my neighborhood in Crown Heights. I’ve been meaning to get down to Empire Blvd to take some pictures, but I just haven’t been able to. Today after leaving B&H, with a new toy in hand, I came across another one. I wasn’t aware of Ghostbikes, a global movement to memorialize cyclist fatalities. There are 98 of these in NYC, and I think I’d like to try to document more of these.
forty seven
Years of tag sales and lost cats embodied by rusty staples in weathered telephone poles.
forty six
I can’t stand going to Times Square, but it was all worth it, getting to watch Cookie Monster on his smoke break.
forty five
My basement is loaded up with typewriters. My landlady’s kid collects them. Something pretty great about the typewriter, especially in this day and age. I have an electric typewriter from the 80s that’s sitting in my closet. I’ve been meaning to get an ink ribbon for it for a while. It doesn’t really have anything to do with nostalgia as I never really used a type writer, but more to do with the idea of something that serves a single purpose.
Have any of you tried to write anything of much substance on your computer lately? I find it very difficult to concentrate on anything for very long without getting side tracked by something shiny on the internet. It doesn’t really stop there either. I read on my tablet, and every time I pick it up, I’m just as likely to scour the pages of reddit or play a game than I am to start reading my book.
A typewriter types, a book has words in it that form a narrative, and a computer is a very advanced machine that basically forces us to embrace our inner ADDemons.