Sometimes, art is right in front of you, and you just need to see it…
I was at a rummage sale at a church, and in one corner of the garden, near potted plants and plant stands and gardening tools, I spotted these two little yard statues sitting on a bench.
By themselves, they were singularly uninspiring. Fortunately, I carry spare inspiration with me everywhere I go…
All I did was turn them so they were facing each other…
And now, it’s art…
Admit it… you can’t help but wonder what that monkey is thinking…
Pouring My Art Out 
Did you buy them? We just rummaged around in our storage for a table I picked up at a yard sale for $5 years ago when I was at the beach. Love this little table, but it has a brass removable top & requires a fair amount of work to keep shiny, so hubby keeps hiding it. But then he wants it back after a while & it appears again!
I did not buy them… I should have bought the monkey…
I would buy those two statues and put them in the backyard just to hear all of the above conversations take place. Totally entertaining.
I bet you can find them in garden stores.
She says: “Really? You like my hair this way?”
Monkey thinks: “I better get this one right or I’ll be plastered”
She asks: does this skin make me look fat?
Monkey climbs tree… smart monkey
ohhhhhhh. is this from experience?
Every man has had that experience…
oops…bad joke.
no… not at all…
I know what that monkey’s thinking… dirty little monkey.
I knew that would be your reaction
It’s the monkey’s reaction I’m worried about…
Because you relate to it…
We are all monkeys, after all…
The church is going to send you a nasty letter.
You will also notice, if you read that reblogged post, that I have been promoted to official Canadian, so you can stop feeling all superior…
I just commented on that… I may have to talk to the Prime Minister’s office about this.
My Dad was born in Canada… I think this is all official.
I thought you were an orphan?
Adopted… I was an orphan for a few weeks, I guess.
1) “How do I evolve from here, to there?”
2) “They let her into a church wearing that?”
3) “That bronze tan looks totally fake…”
4) “Hmm, she’s holding her hair… does she have fleas, too?”
5) “I’ve seen her somewhere, but where?”
6) “This would look really good in my garden.”
7) “Is she even 18 yet?”
8) “I’m the See-No-Evil monkey, and I see no evil here”
9) “Damn, some of my paint rubbed off on her shoulder from last night! Hope my wife doesn’t notice that.”
10) “I bet she gets bought first.”
Here, you own private List of 10. 🙂
This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me since the invention of the number ten…
I’m sure it’s not true.
Maybe, but now I am wondering… ten existed even before we had a word… or a number for it, right? I mean, 10 rocks is ten rocks…
I agree, 10 rocks. And yes, it’s been pretty much since the Big Bang – as soon as there were 10 atoms, or just 10 elementary particles, the number was there.
ten is not the loneliest number
Oh, for pity’s sake. Need an anthropologist to decipher the two statues for you? She’s hoping he didn’t give her lice. That’s all. It’s the new “sanitary art” of a benevolent species forced to leave their home world because the zombie apocalypse has turned the planet into a repository of rotting flesh. Lucy
Well now I just think I love you…
Thanks for the laugh!
That’s what I do… uh… isn’t it???
I know what SHE’s thinking: “Is this monkey gonna bite me? He looks like he wants to bite me…”
See, there are so many ways to interpret it, that is what I like.
True. She might also be thinking, “OMG, why is he looking at my BOOB?” That would explain why she’s trying to cover herself with one hand.
It might be the beginning of a romance, or an animal attack, or a clever parody of evolution or nothing at all…
1. Oooh, so you think she’s playing coy, huh? I like it.
2. Oh, wait. She’s not being coy. She’s looking for an escape route.
3. No, no. She’s pondering the intricate natural processes that made her who she is today.
4. Um. She’s just bored is all.
Whew. Glad we cleared THAT up!
Just the fact that we are thinking about it is what makes it art… I guess…
If fountains topped with little cherubic boys who piss the water back into the fountain are considered art, then that monkey has damn well earned a place.
I don’t know if that made any sense, but I’m standing by it.
I never got the pissing fountains either.