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“Is it Art? Is it Craft?”
Back in the 1980s I left California to work on Wall Street. One time
I was walking briskly to a client’s office when a display in front of
their building stopped me in my tracks. It was two huge cubes of
slightly rusted, crushed steel, one lying on the platform and the
other dangling above it at an angle.
Neither pretty nor ugly, it was just…odd. There was a plaque that
called the display “Shed Skin” and I decided the cubes were once old
cars that had been compacted at the city dump before becoming this
sculpture.
Nearby, a group of commuters had just disembarked from the Staten
Island Ferry. One man came up as I stared at the cubes and said to
me, “Izzit ott.”
I didn’t understand a word of it, and dumbly parrotted back, “‘Izzit
ott’?”
“Yeah,” he grinned. “Izzit junk or izzit ott?”
Janet