I have a long way to go to get my back yard fence looking as interesting as Denton’s “Art Fence” but I don’t have the warehouse full of material that Judy Smith (the owner of Rose Costumes) has at her command. She is able to pull artwork out of nowhere to decorate that fence on Sherman Drive. However, the last few days I have been using what I have to fill the “blank canvas” in my own back yard.
It looks like a bunch of junk hanging on the fence, because that’s what it is … but it’s my junk … and I like it! I thought, for about a nanosecond, about getting rid of some of the rusty remnants of garden tools, but realized that most of them had belonged to my grandfather and even my great-grandfather. How am I supposed to trash something that my great-grandfather used? I was “on the fence” about selling them — so I hung them on the fence instead.
I have parts of his garden plow hanging there along with his pitchfork and my great-grandmother’s rusty colander. It’s an odd mix, I know. I’m not going to use them, but I can’t bear to get rid of them, so I’m calling it “art.” Don’t argue with me about that, because I’m too hammer-headed to listen.
I have several useless window frames that were rotting away, so I mixed some very old paints together to brighten them up a bit. The rain has stopped me for the moment, but there will be a purple one, a blue one, and an orange one on the fence before I am done. I might put pictures behind them, if I find some that amuse me.
On the woodpile, I had some wooden forms that my husband had made to be able to make molds for a fireplace insert. We intended to burn them in the fireplace last winter, but I kept setting them aside, thinking that there ought to be something I could do with them.
Hmmm. What to do? I slapped some black paint on the wood, printed and laminated a photo of a chameleon (OK, technically it is a green anole) who hangs out on my porch, glued that picture inside, and slapped it on the fence. I painted another one and put a picture of an ice-cream cone from Beth Marie’s in it.
Before it’s done, there will be eclectic art on that fence and a xeriscape garden in front of it. I’m just waiting for the rain to stop.
Yes, I know it’s odd, which is probably why it suits me just fine. You didn’t really think that I’m the kind of gal who would have a plain old white picket fence, did you?