I scavenged something out of the garbage!
I’m sorry – I’m sorry friends.
Someone else’s trash has become… well, a meaningful piece of art on my wall. Near the entrance, in my apartment.
I’m calling it My Pensive Woman©.
I wonder what the real name of this thing might be.
There is some artist’s name scribbled into the top right corner, looks like “Modiglam” or something like that!
Here’s how it happened.
See, from my parking space in the underground depths I have to walk right past the huge-normous garbage and recycling area. So, when I have the time, I climb right in there and just find stuff. Like, just a while ago, some perfectly good toothbrushes. Still had a lot of mileage left in them!
Stuff like that.
It’s amazing what people throw out! They obviously make more money than I do.
Anyhoo, so tonight I noticed this picture leaning against the big blue bin. Intrepid scavenger that I am, hell… this thing stopped me in my tracks.
And this is it. Above. Already on my wall.
[I had to take the photo at an angle to get rid of the glare from my flash.]
Is there something wrong with me, morally, hygienically, or otherwise? In doing these kind of things?
CONFESSION: Half of the stuff in my apartment I have scavenged from the trash at one time or another.
Should I attend some kind of Twelve-Step Program?
No matter what you say though, I’m keeping My Pensive Woman.
She just whispered to me, from her new home, “Oh, thank you! Thank you! I’ve still got a lot of mileage left in me. I’ve still got a lot….”