Untitled (Plastic Sack and Timber)


It’s a few rubble sacks lined up in a road with a white painted piece of 2X4 balanced on top. But there was something striking which I’m sure wasn’t at the forefront of my neighbours mind when they were saving a space to park a skip outside their house. Maybe its the formless-ness of a sack of rubble contrasted with the precise line formed by the timber. Perhaps its the way that the timber rests ontop of the sacks, the polythene forming a v-shaped cradle as dextrous as Rocket Ronnie O’Sullivans hand.


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