Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Further Journeys into Junk
Because the roots of Junkyard Sports are as firmly embedded in junk as they are in sports, I've found myself exploring the web, searching for the kinds of Junk Art (yes there are kinds) that seem to be most closely related in spirit to Junkyard Sports.
Pepto the Clown, depicted here, is exemplary of that kind of Junk Art. It is from the work of Ben Hawkins, a.k.a. Whimsical Rubbish. Whimsical Rubbish. Rubbish, perhaps, but whimsical - the kind of whimsy that is both the art and heart of Junkyard Sports.
Searching for more such junkish whimsy, I wandered through the back roads of Youtube, eventually finding myself strolling downForest Florence Avenue, Sebastopol. From there, I was transported to a place called GarbagePatch - a rural Iowa farm pond near the Neil Smith Wildlife Refuge in Prairie City, Iowa. Upon concluding my visit to the garbage garden, I clicked over to the densely amazing Cathedral of Junk in Austin, finally ending my journey in Australia, where I watched this Documentary on Steve Oatway, Sculptor.
Having exhausted myself in the visual vicissitudes of video voyaging, I found refuge in the Flickry vaults of our collective conscious. There, among the myriad, I discovered many obviously whimsical manifestations of Junk Art, similar in spirit and depth to the aforementioned collection of Whimsical Rubbish, at a place called "Trashion Nation."
Home now, I can share with you these mementos of my virtual travels, perhaps to reintroduce you to the whimsical wisdom that at one time inspired you to create your own art, permitted you to invent your own sports. It is right there. Everywhere. Play on, fellow traveler.
from Bernie DeKoven, funsmith
Pepto the Clown, depicted here, is exemplary of that kind of Junk Art. It is from the work of Ben Hawkins, a.k.a. Whimsical Rubbish. Whimsical Rubbish. Rubbish, perhaps, but whimsical - the kind of whimsy that is both the art and heart of Junkyard Sports.Searching for more such junkish whimsy, I wandered through the back roads of Youtube, eventually finding myself strolling down
Having exhausted myself in the visual vicissitudes of video voyaging, I found refuge in the Flickry vaults of our collective conscious. There, among the myriad, I discovered many obviously whimsical manifestations of Junk Art, similar in spirit and depth to the aforementioned collection of Whimsical Rubbish, at a place called "Trashion Nation."
Home now, I can share with you these mementos of my virtual travels, perhaps to reintroduce you to the whimsical wisdom that at one time inspired you to create your own art, permitted you to invent your own sports. It is right there. Everywhere. Play on, fellow traveler.
from Bernie DeKoven, funsmith
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