Don't mind me, I'm just digging through your garbage, looking for art or otherwise inspiring objects. And you won't mind if I just set this old, broken toilet on its side -- like that -- to attenuate its more revealing contours. Now, just a few quick pix for the mix -- there, that should do the trick. Although the toilet is too heavy to carry out of here, these other chunks fit all neat into the chunk bag. Let's see... we've got the bottom half of an ancient weather vane ( the arrow ), a crispy bird wing ( broken off at the head ), several small, desiccated animal vertebrae, and the front half of an old Montgomery Ward air conditioner. -- Hmm...

 Ahh. Much better, now back in the studio with some coffee fresh brewing. Got them bones stacked just so to make a little skeletal graveyard, chilling purposefully atop the plastic air-conditioner chunk. A few quick lines to establish the general proportions of the composition. And then there's that broken bird wing, leaning against the upright weather arrow -- and, suddenly, a theme develops. Is this the subconscious portrayal of some long-awaited fantasy that manifests before my eyes, or rather the deliberate representation of some unrealized, tragic consequence? Who knows, but flowing with the music, it sure makes for some fascinating subject matter.

 Still yesterday, as I disappear into the groove -- into the creative moment -- and watch in bliss as tomorrow becomes today, forcing the dismissal of creative expression for the sake of less captivating endeavours. But I just walk away, with the experience of having had the opportunity to live and delve in the moment with these inspirational objects, learning from their decay and sharing in their unique existence, as such, here and now -- perpetual memories of many yesterdays. Nothing more. And so, to quote a professional: "...art, life, twinkies, zombies, and death!" -- "Hey, am I just talking rubbish back here?" Amen.