Wednesday, April 04, 2007

M8

Green/red

I shouldn't be a fan of motor transport and/or methods to effect this. But I am a fan of the M8, dear reader.

Not only because it takes me to my pulchritudinous friends in Armadale and Greenock, but because it has the power to stir the mind of drivers and passengers during what might otherwise be a mind-numbing journey. All thanks to the M8 Art Project.

On Sunday, Ian and I were invited to Alan's dinner party at his beautiful home in Armadale. En route, well into West Lothian, in between junctions three and four, we passed the Pyramids Business Park (where we used to go for Yoga and Pilates) and the accompanying pyramids. Earthworks, covered in grass, originally entitled Sawtooth Ramps. Sheep are sometimes released onto the artwork in order to keep the grass trimmed. Indeed, there were sheep on the pyramids. Red ones! I nearly choked on my lamb chop!

The M8, my little maid, is like a conveyor belt in a gallery. There's much to see. Because it's been placed there. Click here for more pictures of M8 art. But aren't all roads conveyor belts? Although William Shakespeare claimed it is a stage, isn't the whole world also an art gallery?

Next time you're on the road, my love, have a look around you. You might be astounded at what you see.

By the way. I wonder if the people behind the M8 Art Project, the owners of the business park, the farmer who dyed the sheep or, indeed, the artist herself are Labour supporters? It did cross my mind. I'm a cynical cow.

5 comments:

Just a Girl said...

Whoa! It got very fancy around here!

Minge said...

It did, petal! Lordy!

Krafty Bitch said...

Pulchritudinous! Minge, I love you. I thought I was the only one who used such words in everyday conversation! :)

Krafty Bitch said...

ps. I was just thinking about that word this morning before leaving for school. Coincidence? I think not!

Minge said...

Love you too, honey child.

Baby, nothing is a coincidence.