Friday, May 21, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
and smelts it in his home-made special stove
powered by an old hair-dryer,
the mushroom-style one women used
in the 60s to dry their rolled-up do.
I roam around, by foot or by car,
hunting skulls and skeletons of road kills
and I will add any piece of outstanding nature
I can put my hand on in a new box in my studio.
My boyfriend has a passion of his own: old bicycles.
He will grab them here and there,
sometimes at the junkyard,
some other times put aside on the road
to be picked up by the trash truck. He especially loves the 70s style ones,
the ones with the Mustang handle bars
and the banana seat. Not that he is a sport addict of some kind
or a collector of vintage transportation means. No...Inspired by Picasso a long time ago, he transforms them into animal or human skulls. The handles become the horns or the crossed bones and the seat the skull itself. Many of his creations are displayed on the rough wooden wall outside of his workshop. He did it just for fun but has ended up selling quite a few. We were all laughing this morning when the insurance inspector came over to appraise our "estate" (ohhh! I love this word, it sounds so mundane !!!). Ulysse was smelting some aluminum cans outside of Francois's shop, right in front of a wall covered with bike-skulls (that is how we call these creations) while I was cleaning up some birds's skulls I found at the beach on our recent trip to Maine.
I am telling you...
He had a weird look on his face
when he quickly got back to his car....