West Shore

West Shore

Sunday, August 30, 2015

The Land of Bland


Yes, welcome to the Land of Bland, the Kingdom of Boredom, Home of the Inconsequential. Welcome to a place where everything is neat and tidy and on-time, where struggle is pointless.

What to see? What to do? Where to go?

All pointless.

All the same.

No ups and downs or even sideways. A misstep here, a mistake there and you end up in the exact same spot as if those steps and stakes had never been made.

Yes.

Welcome to Soybean Island!









There is nothing more to report. Oneninefiveseven over and out.

Goodbye from Soybean Island

Thursday, August 27, 2015

More Art, Art Thou


I continue with my examination of public art here in the un-public arena of Soybean Island. Why? Because, I can.


This work and the following ones are from The University of Soybean Island--just south of Snailtown. There are other works scattered around the campus, but I did not scatter myself around so these examples will have to suffice.

I do not know what to say about this:


other than what it says about itself. I do notice that the creature in the bowler hat, being attended to by some small faceless grandmotherly minion, is slowly bleeding to death from his feet. I do not know why this is.

Here are some interesting ones:



For me, this depicts the intricately convoluted metallic web of of modern life--or at least the semblance of life here upon this desolate-ish isle. Or, maybe not. Maybe its but an odd yoga warrior pose . . .



Here we have a sharp, thin, ant like creation--a warrior ant! And as you can see in the bottom profile, it is almost one-dimensional. Not that ants are one-dimensional, but the rulers of Soybean Island are.


Okay. Let's move on:


Above, we have slave laborers cleaning up the spilled coins from an Elite's pocket. These coins look somewhat American in size and shape, though the locals would not know that as they have never seen an American coin or any coin other than the Soybean Island Dollop . . . Anyway, what follows is quite the feat of creation!



Yes.

I think you are allowed to sit upon them, in the shade of the tree, or the sun, or in the snows of winter.

I like these feet. I did not smell them.

Here we have the more typical type of artwork found upon the island:


A series of scrolled cage-like metal barricades.

Beautiful, in a prison-like manner.

The piece below I found rather interesting:



A blank black sign against a sun-struch marble wall. It says nothing to me. It says nothing to anyone.

Nice.

And here is a funny one:


Wow!

A fallen pillar of an ancient temple? (Possibly based upon the Eye-Nye Habs????)

A monolithic stelae? Mesoamerican or Paleo-Javanese or Scandinavian or Imaginarian?

To be honest--and I try to be honest, even when I'm not--it looks rather new to be old. Still, I don't know why it has fallen and sunk into the generous Soybean island soil.

Perhaps the last work explains that:


Yes. "Good Drainage" is the name of this one. No doubt it's very popular among the denizens. If the fallen stelae only had such good drainage it would not have fallen.

Well--that's it. I will continue this look-see at art.

Yes.

I will.

Goodbye from Soybean Island