How could I not add to the installations in the garage! The saga of the reflecting pool is the perfect visual definition of trump’s tenure as president of the US,
First gather the materials: A flag taped to my mailbox by the Property Association (I don’t have any desire to be associated with the US flag right now…maybe never!). And his edited inaugural speech.
Then the assembly begins on a mat cut to fit a cheap plastic shadow box…similar plastic to his gold painted chachka all over the White House.
Of course the flag is hung upside down…like Justice Alito’s wife’s flag while protesting gay rights. The “American Flag Blue” Reflecting Pool is full of algae and chips of paint floating loosely. One can make out a dulling Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument. Off to the right is the White House with its new wrestling arena proudly filling the front lawn and resulting in dead grass everywhere. Of course it is!
The title of the piece is:
Keep Out
Reflecting on the newly “shit-holed” United States of America.
The main title font is BF Tiny Hands developed back in 1916 by an observant calligrapher watching trump’s handwriting to make it available publicly.
Here are some details:
It is now installed in the garage where I had my usual solo opening reception. Refreshments included Reflecting Pool Cocktail (now a popular bar drink…but not so much here in town).
I usually raise the glass to my mother who was the only person I knew who supported Shirley Chisholm’s bid for president in 1972. Both would be surprised to see how bigotry still thrives in their country.
I tried to get the peeled pieces of rolled up candy goo to float, but to no avail…each one sunk to the bottom. So sticking them to the sides had to do. The algae stuck on the pick sitting across the rim is the paired down gauze I recently made a shirt from.
The drink was a combination of rum, orange juice and blue curacao. It reminded me of mixed drinks I attempted as a teenager at a friends house where such delights could be found deep in cupboards. These were the kinds of drinks that made you quite ill the following morning and you never mixed them up again! I have plenty of the sweet blue curacao left and will put it out of sight until I can celebrate the country coming together again…which is quite doubtful at this time.
And the empty glass!
It’s a bit early for a wine, so I will find some British program to watch and pet my cats.
Til later….