A piece of anonymous folk art was standing in front of my drugstore Saturday when I pulled into the parking lot.
There on the grass was an edifice built of plastic knives. I think the elements might have already have pushed it a little out of shape. Nonetheless, it remained luminous, a nice little discovery to happen upon.
I like the idea of turning disposable knives into a bit of art. In general, I like evidence of people looking at things in more than one way.
And after all, I live in the area that recently became famous for the Barrel Monster, the late night creation of another imaginative person who created a national sensation out of some traffic markers.
Once one person opens the door, all kinds of stuff starts happening.