Fleur de fiddle...plates numbered 1 through 4

The Fleur de Fiddle plant in bloom...plate 1

The Fleur de Fiddle plant in bloom...plate 2

The Fleur de Fiddle... a profusion of blooms...plate 3

The Fleur de Fiddle plant...seed pods ripening...plate 4


*Having found and photographed many odd intrument fragments I hope to build a few more 'botanical specimens' with them in the future...one sad, sweet and long silent banjo uke, a slide or two of trombones, a dozen distressed drum skins, a single cymbal, an eviscerated piano and a maw full of mouth harps among others. 


Desperados,  disenchanted, disgraced and discarded guitars, stagger into the depot in need of miraculous resuscitation or compassionate burial...Fortunately our annual  Blues, Where ART thou? Art exhibit during the May Blues Workshop almost always has at least one brilliantly recreated guitar on display.

Visitors or residents?

a few more from the archives

fleur de fiddle...faux

fiddle flowers...louver leaves...

fiddle flowers...details

fiddle flowers...fusion

unseemly beauty...waste lands

searching through the pixelrubble for raven feathers....stealthy, shiny and ironic, I uncovered these old bits of surprising beauty and thought I would share them.
Patina and patterning, abstraction and anomaly.

leviathan

 lost aquarium 

abstraction...microwave

autopsy of a frozen washer

surge

chill factor w hot plates

the cold has seeped into my thoughts today 
and these characters appeared as a result

Flower child revisited

the flower child

more of the flower child

René Discard...philosopher... or, waiting for depot

Waiting for depot...

 with a certain off the shoulder and carefree attitude...

his haberdashers were very laid back.

René waited 

with sublime patience

and a very content demeanor

even when the weather stole his hat, removed his gloves and vandals made off with his rake 

overgrown with flowers and friendly vines...a weedy patch of real estate was a contemplative home for several years

his maker,  very deft...each stitch held so determinedly through the extremes he weathered, he never seemed to lose

his grip on reality

  René  became one of my favourite characters and I visited him weekly for as long as he was a resident of the waste land.      The crows never appeared to bother him... from his seat of old tires he must have had a terrific view of the garden and the fast dumping, free storing, happily recycling, seriously scavenging, darkly vandalizing, utterly baffled, giddily thrilled, successfully laden (or unloaded) regulars and junk struck newbies... visitors to the depot. 

"Good sense is, of all things among men, the most equally distributed…the diversity of opinions, consequently, does not arise from being endowed with a larger share of reason than theirs, but solely from this, that we conduct our thoughts along different ways, and do not fix our attention on the same objects. For to be possessed of a vigorous mind is not enough, the prime requisite is rightly to apply it."
  René Descartes...discourse on method

Found to Be... a calendar 2012

....well... next year I intend to get these done ahead of time!

for more crows and ravens