Tuesday, January 20, 2009

The Old Farmer Had Piles (of Cars)





The Brothers Chayne, whose sobriquets were trimmed from the cumbersome "Clinking and Clanking" to "Clink and Clank" and who were referred to as the Chayne Gang, ran an informal wrecking yard on their family apple orchard for at least fifty years that I know of (to end a sentence with a preposition). Piling things up in any sort of monumental configuration with the emphasis on "mental" was a favourite diversion from actually working. This set piece was was constructed as a tribute to nothing in particular and was erected with an enthusiasm that can only be fueled by an excess of alcohol. To the untrained eye it looked as if some practical purpose might have been served by the "piles" but in fact they were the products of an unleashed mechanical aesthetic that was not to be denied. "Art just doesn't happen, its created!" was the unlikely axiom of these two creators of rural art.

10 comments:

Joan said...

I think I'll take the pink one on top!!! Great colors and movement.

Cara Dawn Romero said...

I love this but my favorite part is how the wrecker is the biggest piece of junk in the pile...

Pamela Payne said...

I hope I am not supposed to pick a favorite between these 2...cuz I can't. They both have attributes that are very appealing in their own rights.

Billie Crain said...

if i was a witch i'd say they were calling the four corners! the cars, that is(ended with preposition).

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Joan, pink, hmm, I gotta idear...

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Cara, yes there is irony in the iron...

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Pamela, just different approaches...

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, Billie, yes they are certainly piled that way for no reason except...

newnorth said...

The second one really grabs me

Ron Morrison said...

Thanks, N.N., did it hurt?