I've been spending some time down at the shop with my camera, poking around in the bins full of metal, the barrels ful of scrap, and the crates filled with parts. Some of the guys proably think I'm a little weird, taking pictures inside the dumpsters. I don't blame them, it does look weird...Until you look a little closer.
Metal, once cold and unyeilding, has been transformed into fragile curls and flakes. The chips are mezmerizing, kind of like a Jackson Pollak painting. Stare too long, and one can get lost in the details.
Beauty is where you look for it. Art is where you find it.
Sometimes it can even be found on a factory floor.