Everyone was going on about their own business as if nothing bad was happening.
I saw this art on the beach in Bali a couple of months ago.
The sad part was, by the time I saw it, they were already tearing it down.
I sadly watched as tons of beautiful artwork got destroyed.
No one else even bothered to look twice.
To me, some of the pieces were beautiful. I loved the feather. I loved the bright colors.
If no one else was going to appreciate the artwork, I was going to be the one to do it, dang it!
And that’s how ten minutes later I ended up on a busy road on a motorcycle carrying a huge, splintery piece of beach art with rusty nails sticking out of the back of it.
I was lifting the board up, down, to the right, to the left like a maniac to avoid hitting pedestrians with a rusty nail as my accomplice was driving us down the road on the getaway moto.
If you’re ever looking for a new arm workout, and don’t want to pay for a gym membership- look no further! The rusty beach wood workout will get your arms muscled up in no time!
This was the piece I ended up taking home with me. Mainly because it was the only piece that broke off in a carry-able size. The feather portion was way too huge me to try to tackle.
It must’ve been meant to be, because the whole face was still in tact!
Yeah, I justify my thievery with cliches like “it’s meant to be.”
When I brought it back to where I was staying, Nari and her daughter laughed at me, but they supported my cause.
They even saved the beach art for me, and it's in Bali waiting for me to come back and maybe finally do something about the rusty nail situation.
P.S. I want you all to know some random dude who I am sure had authority of some kind said it was okay for me to take the beach art. I'm not a thief.
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