The recycling story
*I am in the middle of a commision painting for a family member, sneak peak to come, but in the meantime: plastic bottle art!
It started with the plastic waters bottles that he bought right before coming to Chile so the change in water and bacterias wouldn't upset a sensetive stomach. Then a plastic bottle or two started showing up at the dinner table filled with nectarine juice. The epidemic continued from there with a coca-cola bottle one night when the boterleria wasn't open and the empty glass bottle coudldn't be exchanged for a new full one. With each new edition to the broken bathroom turned storage area a growing fear creeped into the hearts of the bottles, the possibility of being tossed mindlessly into the dumpster bristled their necks. As the numbers rose, bottles were condemed to plastic bags to control the chaos. They continued to pile up until one day a notice was posted that they just couldn't stay there wasn't enough room for all the lost plastic bottles in the city.
"No! Your wrong! They can be saved!" the rebels screamed tearing down the notice.
More notices were posted and threats were mounted, but the bottles would not back down.
From that moment The Plastic Bottle Army grew, preparing for its battle in the no recycle world, preparing to blast the world with their beauty and artistic ability.
Then they infiltraded the women's fashion department disgused as flowers.
Finally, all those who were similar in color and form bonded together for one last leap to freedom. Strengthened by wire they blocked the harsh florescent light of the enemy and glowed a brilliant yellow, blue, green and red.
VICTORY!!
The battle was long and backs ached from torcherous hours huddles around small campfires, but it was done. Art preveiled and the bottles won their fight in a non-recyle world.
Now, as new bottles find refuge after long hot summer days, a new war is rising and new art must be created.
*I am in the middle of a commision painting for a family member, sneak peak to come, but in the meantime: plastic bottle art!
It started with the plastic waters bottles that he bought right before coming to Chile so the change in water and bacterias wouldn't upset a sensetive stomach. Then a plastic bottle or two started showing up at the dinner table filled with nectarine juice. The epidemic continued from there with a coca-cola bottle one night when the boterleria wasn't open and the empty glass bottle coudldn't be exchanged for a new full one. With each new edition to the broken bathroom turned storage area a growing fear creeped into the hearts of the bottles, the possibility of being tossed mindlessly into the dumpster bristled their necks. As the numbers rose, bottles were condemed to plastic bags to control the chaos. They continued to pile up until one day a notice was posted that they just couldn't stay there wasn't enough room for all the lost plastic bottles in the city.
"No! Your wrong! They can be saved!" the rebels screamed tearing down the notice.
More notices were posted and threats were mounted, but the bottles would not back down.
From that moment The Plastic Bottle Army grew, preparing for its battle in the no recycle world, preparing to blast the world with their beauty and artistic ability.
They started small, holding the candles to light the ways towards victory.
Then they infiltraded the women's fashion department disgused as flowers.
Finally, all those who were similar in color and form bonded together for one last leap to freedom. Strengthened by wire they blocked the harsh florescent light of the enemy and glowed a brilliant yellow, blue, green and red.
VICTORY!!Now, as new bottles find refuge after long hot summer days, a new war is rising and new art must be created.
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