Metal things polished by countless human touches are currently rockin' my world. There's just something amazing about substances as hard and 'permanent' as metal being changed by the gentle, incidental touch of passers by.
I came across this sun licked example on a kissing gate near to the Church yard where Sixties singer Nick Drake is buried on an Autumn stroll. It was enjoyable to feel the smoothness, compared to the rough finish on the rest of the metalwork, and to know that I was imperceptibly contributing to this communal tradition.
There are other examples that I pass by most days, some like the metal utility covers beneath our feet are buffed by default, others like the extremities of public statues are conscious rubbed like a lucky Buddha's belly.
I came across this sun licked example on a kissing gate near to the Church yard where Sixties singer Nick Drake is buried on an Autumn stroll. It was enjoyable to feel the smoothness, compared to the rough finish on the rest of the metalwork, and to know that I was imperceptibly contributing to this communal tradition.
There are other examples that I pass by most days, some like the metal utility covers beneath our feet are buffed by default, others like the extremities of public statues are conscious rubbed like a lucky Buddha's belly.
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