SO, having found at the abandoned mine the perfect spot to unbox and share the many treasures of Stormy Texas, I made a 40 minute video, sooo many treasures dug out from the corners of my jeep.
And, having filmed the video - "in the can", as they say, I promptly deleted it because my Google Account was full, and forgot that sync was on so it got deleted from my phone as well.
Anyways. Here a brief recap of the countless treasures:
The doll that he and Marilyn made, a cloth doll that when you tipped it the skirt falls and reveals another doll underneath. No, they weren't twins, and the candlewax bazooms were something else. Really. I left it at the mine site to disturb some other explorer. Various containers, some food, 2 dozen books, on "drawing the ballet" to some vintage mystery book about a Dame from the 40's who needed a private eye. That was supposed to be for you, Nola. I read the back out loud. Marilyn's ring, which proved to be a gold signet ring (**gold** - looks just like gold) with an anchor and chain motif. Kinda what the old Italian guy might wear. And abundant art.
On free pile canvases, because you wouldn't want to use the nice new canvas that I bought for you.
Painting on the inside of a hardcover book.
Now, looking at this art I got to thinking, this landfill/mine, what a perfect spot for a Stormy Texas Art show, mark it with balloons on the highway, guide traffic up the roads to this "installation",
Back of canvas, often far more interesting than the front...
The front of the canvas.
The canvases. A "self portrait" a-la Van Gogh on a plastic-wood serving tray, with explanatory note, that's where all my oil paint went...
Don't know if I have i right side up. Don't think that it matters. Some times I think he's trolling me...
Anyways, there was this, and easily a hundred plus scrolls, 3 hours of unwrapping and re-rolling, some masterpieces (really!), Roman Galleons of Caesar invading England (he liked that book), one of Merlin raising the standing stones (Stonehenge), and 90-odd others on the usual themes.
Unpacked, sorted, repacked, we have to get this guy a museum...
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Found this out exploring, an old mine-site turned community landfill, the locals who can't be bothered to pay to tip their stuff at the dump, look over the side of any logging road and you'll find this, sad, really.
Although, it comes to me, the perfect spot to unbox a certain someone's gifts that have been filling up my jeep...
a graveyard of old bicycles in the forest, which suggest a horror movie, people riding up to explore the haunted mine site and never returning...
filled with boxes, books, cd's, old board games, like someone just packed up their house to move, then never got round to returning for their possessions...
exercise bench...properly socially distanced,
Treehouse of horrors....
Old phonographs, tape players,
A blue styrofoam igloo
The solitary abandoned bike dropped by someone who missed the pile...
Finally, an old photo album, birth certificate & all, old photos, vaguely legible yet running in the rain, somehow it's like a tragedy, who leaves their birth certificate?
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