Showing posts with label strand ephemera. Show all posts
Showing posts with label strand ephemera. Show all posts

Thursday, September 22, 2011

And the runners up are ...

Here's the rest of the pics from Strand Ephemera.
I'll let you make up your own mind.


Fountain with curtain of coloured beads.


Hanna Barbera meets Freddy Krueger.


Licorice allsorts (sand flavoured).


Elton John's love child?


Townsville's new defence system.


Friday, September 16, 2011

The Great Art Heist



Someone stole one of the exhibits from
Strand Ephemera early on Sunday morning.



After a public outcry, it was left anonymously
at the back door of the art gallery.



The artist immediately set about restoring
it to its former glory.



And I was there to film the closing chapter.



Imagine trying to sell that at Cash Converters.

"What is it?",
"Ummm, it's called 'Man On Beach',
"But it's not on the beach?",
"Oh, yeah. Umm, it's just called 'Man' then".


Wednesday, September 7, 2011

To the Victa goes the spoils

This was my favourite piece at Strand Ephemera 2011 out of a fairly lacklustre field of entries. It shows a bit of warped humour at least. My interpretation is that the mummy mower (she's the one with the catcher) is being 'serviced' by the daddy mower (I can't see his filler nozzle, but I'm sure it's there somewhere), while the baby mowers all look on. No shame in nature (or in mower land), I guess.

Friday, August 19, 2011

The art of lawn care

This image always plays with my head. It is either the aftermath of a serious disagreement with a ride-on mower, or some kind of statement about earth and sea or something. I don't know who the sculptor is. It was one of the exhibits at Strand Ephemera a few years back, an annual event where they plant works of art by the sea shore in all kinds of surprising places and people stroll along the Strand discovering them. It is my favourite event and on again in a few weeks. I don't know much about art, but I know what I like and I like this ... whatever the hell it is.