Rock Salt and Buckets

First it was rock salt. In clear Plexiglas cubes. Spaced on the floor in a grid pattern. That was an art display in our Harris Fine Arts Center here on campus. Everyday as I walked to the organ lab to practice (Christmas music . . .), I puzzled over the artistic-ness of those cubes. The rock salt clumped in our water softener is more intricately arranged than the simple salt piles in the cubes.

After several days, I noticed pictures hanging on the walls of the Fine Arts Center. Pictures of those cubes smugly holding the rock salt. The cubes were placed in our Southern Utah desert. Still arranged  in a grid pattern.

I could see artistic merit in the pictures. Lighting came into play. The camera angle on some of them was quite intriguing. And, even though the landscape was almost as bleak as a moon-scape, at least there was something else in the picture to look at besides rock salt. I sighed with relief when they took out the cubes.

Now it is buckets. Empty 5 gallon-sized paint buckets. Buckets that used to hold white paint. Buckets that used to hold yellow paint. (Golden yellow sans any hint of orange. Not bright daffodil or lemon yellow. Merely golden yellow.)

These buckets are hanging upside down at various heights from the ceiling. I ask any of you who may be artistic in nature to please explain the artistic value of old empty paint buckets hanging from the ceiling. My left brain is in a slug fest with my right brain to figure it out. My left brain is winning.

Maybe in a few days there will be pictures of the buckets. But I doubt it.