Accidental Street Art II
Gold in unexpected places. Camouflaged as a coarse grain, similar in shape to the mineral inclusions in the cement, it cannot hide its noble nature: the color gives it away.
Here is the residue of a commercial wrapping, an adlet if you will. And with the context all its meaning is gone; it can advertise everything and nothing now, it is the closest to the notion of advertising itself. So this, I venture, is a perfect portrait of Donald Trump: reduced to a residue of bigger times, still mumbling to itself.
Gold in unexpected places, ctd. Here the precious mass appears to float away on a river bounded by territories of different texture, outlook and sensibility.
A mass of unknown provenance with moon-like valleys and craters, too small to be flattened chewing gum, too large to be microbial in nature, so the conclusion is that it is art of other accidental origin.
The contrast with the previous exhibit is striking. Here we have crispness and bold definition; the suggestion of a nucleus and of tesselation.
(Work in progress in this posting).
I decided to publish before finishing the annotation of all pieces of this gallery. Not to do so, and to withhold the contents from the public at this point, would be irresponsible.
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