STILL....RELEGATED TO LEANING AGAINST THE OLD, DESERTED WATER BOILER IN THE BASEMENT.......

this old painting never made it 'upstairs'...







...even for 'Easter'......perhaps, it should be relegated to being sliced up to make a container for a collection of 'religious relics'.....or, become part of my 'Burn The Art....It's your's after all...you can do what the hell you want with it, can't you?'.....right after this afternoon's decoupage project, however......weaving placemats from strips of old, crappy drawings......following one of the prime directives....not Star Trek's.....of never wasting anything that can be put to another purpose.......I just dug a couple of loaves of stale bread that were atop my next door neighbor's garbage 'can' and tossed them into my front yard...for the birds and other critters......remarking to my neighbor, "that old tennis racket's good for swatting carpenter bees, you know"..... The Looks one gets! My 3rd grade 'art project' was making pot holders from discarded socks and hosiery......Another was collecting maple cylinders from my grandfather's mop factory to re-purpose as stands for my collection of dead bugs......using the needles that pinned new shirts around tissue, in their plastic bags.....Interestingly......I just received a call from The High Museum, offering me a 'deal' if I renewed my membership.......2 months, extra....for 'free'.....the caller and I entered a conversation about "Atlantan's tastes in 'Art'"....I offered to donate an evening gown, covered with insects, in exchange for a 'lifetime membership'.......The caller was 'authorized' only to take Credit/Debt. card payments......Then, amused, I asked "How about a French Fauvist painting by André Derain.....in exchange for a 'day at the Museum....for 6 people?".......Guess, not!......."How about Andy Warhol's 'stool sample', in a zip-lock bag?".....Hang Up!

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