Distortion

I have been looking out for patterns in every day things in response to the current photo competition

“…the theme for the next competition is simply that: ‘Patterns.’ No queensbury rules for this one, it’s rough and tumble, anything goes – in other words, images may be manipulated in any way wished to produce the effect desired by the entrant.”

A few years a go my Cyclo man came home with a new waste paper bin for the newly furnished office, made of that fine metal mesh that was particularly popular at the time.
A few days after this a small visiting child turned it upside down and sat upon it, as it was at a convenient height to be used as a stool while watching a video game played by one of my boys. The result was a crushed bin.
Try as he did (and he really did try) Cyclo could not restore the bin to its former pristine glory and was rather irritated with said child. As he wasn’t one of our own he couldn’t say anything directly, but let us say I understood the degree of his dissatisfaction.

The bin is still here.
Despite the irritation at its distortion Cyclo wouldn’t be so decadent as to use it as an excuse to get rid of it. No. Oh no.
It is still perfectly serviceable.

And to my eye, I feel the crumpled look rather suits its purpose… I mean who doesn’t crumple paper in frustration before throwing it at the bin when some piece isn’t coming together properly?

And in our office the crumpled paper is thrown at a crumpled bin.

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6 thoughts on “Distortion”

  1. OK, I’m pleased you are exploring all possibilities, Nym.

    I’m thinking hard here but frankly, I’m now resorting to trying to Photoshop something; I could be a while. 😦

  2. Good blog, Pseu. You could have used the photo in a what am I? post.

    Other people’s kids, eh, what are they like? The tearaway who destroyed your bin must have been reading Oor Wullie. A child belonging to a friend of my wife completely ruined my Newton’s Cradle
    many moons ago. I loved that gizmo; it relaxed me. 🙂

  3. This one wasn’t a deliberately destructive sort… in fact one could say he was rather an independently minded kid able to think laterally about how to use one object in place of another, but not yet mature enough to understand the physical forces exerted by an excited bottom on a fragile reticulated structure. 🙂

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