Friday, February 22, 2013
Plastic bags in Rome - one woman's story
This is a remembrance of and for my Dad, who died about a year ago, just 10 days short of his 93rd birthday. He was a loyal follower of the blog (no, he didn't get Facebook, but he did get the blog). Dad's occupation was "manufacturer of flexible films." He made plastic bags. Plastic bags put me through Stanford.
So when we saw this sculpture in the atrium of MACRO last year, we photographed it for him. It's comprised solely of plastic bags. And there is stuff in the catalog about how the artist wants to bring attention to the detritus of plastic bags, and this is a good re-use etc. What would Dad have thought of that? Hm, probably not a lot. He didn't like it that I usually asked for "paper" not "plastic". But that's a generational thing, and I think he got that.