Of course images conjure up in the mind with a name like Truckhenge. Later we agreed we'd imagined a big open field with trucks in a circle, like Stonehenge, but different. It was different.
The first thing we saw was this tree.
Next to this building.
|Yes, more bottles! |
And there the resemblance to Tinkertown ends.
|Each painting has a name but I can't remember which was which.|
They were everywhere, giving the feeling they were just left where they were finished.
|The light side (yes, that was the name of this one)|
|A pond was excavated and these are some of the awesome things found there.|
The 'steak' looking rock is actually petrified wood.
She invited us upstairs into their home.
|The floor is made from old (OLD) amazing pallets|
|The building is a Quonset hut. She hung all these baskets 'to hopefully absorb the echo'.|
Then we headed outside. It's a big property (once a hog farm owned by a few generations of his family, but hog prices fell and Truckhenge came up).
|"Those are bears. He doesn't make very good bears, they end up looking like pigs."|
|'Our older guests really like this bus. See where it says Fuck school?'|
|Before we got to the truck part, we got to Boathenge.|
Now you know.
|I wish I remembered more of the stories here.|
Each piece had an explanation that often left me a bit dizzy.
He definitely had cause for satisfaction with us, we've been smiling about it ever since.
One more person with a passion. A completely different vibe than Tinkertown, which had a sort of zen-y, sweet, gently humorous feel as opposed to this shout it out loud kind of in your face and slightly creepy aura about it. Two extremes expressions of art passion. I didn't have to love it to be impressed; I was, I am. Art evokes many responses and sometimes that response is discomfort.
I think maybe I need to dedicate a trip to going around the country finding eccentrics at work.
Have a shiny Saturday. Do something sleevelessly.