making things..
Today was a good day.
Good days are always fun as the world takes on a different hue.
Black days, i don't know about. Thankfully, and it's been tested to the max here, depression is not my bag.
Brown days are souly left for hangovers and post drug binges. (which I no longer suffer)
Blue days, they have their rising and falling..anyway, you get the picture.
Today was a fuzzy yellow. The world was not clear, but dreamy and pretty.
I saw something new I liked about Cishan.
It's a fineable offence not to recycle here, and as I see it, the Taiwanese are pretty mean.
But they do the most comedy / bizarre things with everyday objects to make old trash into something useable. Not like making beer cans into pretty sculptures, like shameless, proud infact, of useable trash creations.
What brought up this mind was the image of a man, spotted whilst cycling home, meditating perched on top of a traffic cone, a comfey seat mastered from cardboard and parcel tape. He was well at ease.
Then i remembered spotting an old vegetable seller last week, a new one. I know them all by face but this guy had been off the scene for a while and was gaining much attention.
The reason?
His newly assembled prosthetic leg. He had a bit of an audience of old croans, wooing over his creation.
He had it proudly resting on his lap, i'd imagine, boasting over the total cost of his new accessory.
I see, bits of bicycle, and a rough kind of door hinge for the knee.
The foot was sculpted from tape and paper, and the shoe?
A perfect addition.
A single, found, fake Nike trainer
Good days are always fun as the world takes on a different hue.
Black days, i don't know about. Thankfully, and it's been tested to the max here, depression is not my bag.
Brown days are souly left for hangovers and post drug binges. (which I no longer suffer)
Blue days, they have their rising and falling..anyway, you get the picture.
Today was a fuzzy yellow. The world was not clear, but dreamy and pretty.
I saw something new I liked about Cishan.
It's a fineable offence not to recycle here, and as I see it, the Taiwanese are pretty mean.
But they do the most comedy / bizarre things with everyday objects to make old trash into something useable. Not like making beer cans into pretty sculptures, like shameless, proud infact, of useable trash creations.
What brought up this mind was the image of a man, spotted whilst cycling home, meditating perched on top of a traffic cone, a comfey seat mastered from cardboard and parcel tape. He was well at ease.
Then i remembered spotting an old vegetable seller last week, a new one. I know them all by face but this guy had been off the scene for a while and was gaining much attention.
The reason?
His newly assembled prosthetic leg. He had a bit of an audience of old croans, wooing over his creation.
He had it proudly resting on his lap, i'd imagine, boasting over the total cost of his new accessory.
I see, bits of bicycle, and a rough kind of door hinge for the knee.
The foot was sculpted from tape and paper, and the shoe?
A perfect addition.
A single, found, fake Nike trainer