Sunday Photo Fiction
Summer’s over, the chairs are wrecked, I’ll pile ‘em up, see if I can balance them and maybe make a bridge for the cats to walk over before I trash them (the chairs, not the cats). Hmm. Looks quite good against the sky. O-M-G, I’ve created an art installation! Look at that. Could I sell it? Could I invite people to my garden to look at it? Could I call myself an artist? Pity the Council has no spare money due to the cuts, otherwise, I could ask them to buy it as a piece of civic furniture. Would be perfect in the current zeitgeist.