But is it art?

I expect you remember Tracey Emin’s bed. I could never quite get my head round the concept that it was hailed as ‘art’. But witness my latest installations! I mean, this has got to be art, right?

This one, I’m calling Installation Number One. Or alternatively, Anne Sleath’s Pile High:

I crafted this unique piece in preparation for my little ‘Robocop’ to vacuum the floor. The boys gifted me the fabulous little cleaner for my birthday, last November. The only thing is, I like to pile everything up off the floor so that the machine can actually get at the floor. Otherwise, it does a little dance around everything and doesn’t quite cut the mustard. But boy, I can thoroughly recommend a robot vacuum cleaner. If you haven’t got one, think about it!!

And here, ladies and gentlemen, is Installation Number Two. Or alternatively, Anne Sleath’s Pile Low:

This installation is courtesy of the top drawer of the chest of drawers collapsing on me. There was a little bit of a tussle between me and the drawer yesterday. It refused to budge. It was having none of it. I tugged and pulled – and then I cajoled. Ha! That did the trick. But I had to empty both drawers.

On inspection, the top drawer’s bottom had sadly parted company with its shell; and the piece of wood supposedly holding it all together had gone the way of the rising sun – pointing east. I’m wondering though, if you think I might have overfilled the drawer? Hmmm…. might have, might have…….

Anyway, trusty Gorilla Glue, a whack with the hammer and the job was done. Drawer mended. Regrettably, the clothes are not yet back in situ. That’s just a job too far at the moment……. I shall proudly use the ‘floordobe’ for a day or two instead.

Take care everyone.