Friday, May 20, 2011
Looking over the fence we knew we wouldn't be disappointed. We knew visiting here would not be the junkyard blues. I think the junkyard blues would be if you had to get rid of all the junk there. We wondered if the missile near the front gate was real and what the story behind it was. Did I mention we got there the other day just after they closed. We vowed to go back the very next day and that's just what we did.
We were in heaven walking up and down the aisles looking at all the junk discarded by humanity. I know if we happened to be looking for a certain part or an obsolete item we would surely find it here. When we got inside we forgot all about the missile and just walked around, almost in a stupor, looking at all the wonderful junk to be had so conveniently.
There were motorcycles, bicycles, sinks, car parts, truck parts, every kind of hardware you might be searching for. There was even a junkyard dog but I was so busy oohing and aahing at all the junk I forgot to take his photo. At first I was afraid to pet him thinking he might be vicious, but he was a real charmer. I'll get a photo of him next time I go; I'm sure I'll be going back.
It doesn't look like it, but there was actually an order to all the junk. I found out by asking for some flat rusty steel and was pointed in the direction of the rows and rows of rusty stock. Of course Gary told the owner I was an eccentric artist and that's why I wanted the rusty metal. The owner said he doubted I was eccentric at all, compared to the other artists who frequent there. Ha. I found myself wondering about those other artists and wanting to meet them.
Pictured below is the stash I got at the junkyard. I'm hoping to use some of this metal with my ceramic flowers, juxtaposing the smooth glazed surface with the rough rusty metal. I am wondering if the spar urethane I purchased will protect the rusty metal from flaking off. I know my friend Cindy in Alaska, metal sculptor extraordinaire, would know how to work with rusty metal, and I know she would be in heaven walking through this junkyard.
Did I mention this junkyard is in Floral City? The owner said the junkyard has been there for forty years. I thought it was such a coincidence to find the most wonderful junkyard in Floral City since I'm making flowers now. The city was named because of the abundance of wild flowers which grow there. If you have any advice working with rusty metal, please let me know. Stay tuned for more about Floral City and more flowers coming up real soon.