Beach Hut ideas
Here is the little black hut, Hut 501 as a picture in a Museum exhibition. My picyure is blown up and was donated to the Russell Cotes Museum, in Bournemouth., UK. Also on the wall are two traditional wirligigs carved by my father, James Raymond Baber. (having apparently Nantucket origins centuries ago)- as a design seen before on this beach..(Mudeford Sandbank). First it was seen a hundred years ago nearly which my Father in the 30's remembered and "copied" from memory as a gift and heirloom for me. The museum ...and kids...loved them. The display case here holds my local beach newspapers once sold at a pound a copy, which, now for free, you can read at www.msbnews.co.uk .
Minimalism is great, but if you are going to have some art, why not carve your own Wirligig and have it OUTSIDE your sacred most space? So you thus share what may be a motif of your own musings of many hours considering whether free will or self detrmination are responsible for out fates.....through your window with passers by,....but albeit a symbolic circumlocution, all I needed to say was it argues we are puppets.
But not all is lost. We may not all be slaves to modernity, or our past, or the vagaries of other people.
Read my feted and free website at www.msbnews.co.uk, all three papers , every page as printed on paper. For now my more recent websites, web.mac.com/beachhutman/Beachhutman etc, were lost when Apple stopped supporting mobileme which published iWeb.
There I published pages on the symbolism of a wirligig...or in several pages , the lessons, by proxy, a shutter design can teach us....so we can build a bridge to the moon....or resort to building a woodshed with the same materials. Yes, there are quotes from masonic collections that fit the hut builder who thinks about his craft.
..I will find another way...to revive those free thoughts and sand sculpted obsessions, still under my name, Tim Baber. might be a while. I have to juggle more than the significations of a couple of flags. Life is more complicated than the world of my father. Not taking orders is infinitely more liberating..but for what?
What will we construct with the materials we may command? And if we do not, what stopped us?
We only need ideas, we only need to see the possibilities from words or pictures , the crumbs of others.