Scrap Book 16

This is a picture of the tiles on the floor one step outside of my dorm room in 2nd left Dorchester.  The yellowish blob in the lower left corner of the picture is a crushed goldfish that actually managed to stay in that very place for over a week, till one day it was gone.  I noticed it because the contrast between the blue tiles and the yellow crumbs seemed rather artistic to me, and the picture captures that contrast pretty well I think (minus the glare from the ceiling light of course).  Of course, the fish was there by total accident, assumedly, someone dropped, coming or going, and its presence there was not the result of any creative process.  Even though it did fall nearly equidistant from the perpendicular blue tiles, using them as a sort of frame, as creating a very modern art image.  Again, after seeing some of the things in the Modern Art Gallery last Thursday, a painting of this photograph could surely be considered art.  But as far as this scrapbook entry goes, I am solely concerned with the fish itself.  And the fish itself was placed there by accident, was crushed by accident (i know this for a fact), and swept away because it was trash.  The trash itself is not art, but art can be created out of it.  Depending on where you put it, and how you look at it, you can make it art.  But then it is your material that you are using for your artistic creation.  The paint itself is not art, the picture you create with the paint is.