Art and Trash

As I was wandering by the childhood dumpsite over at Grandma's [down by the creek], I just had to stuff 3 rusty can lids in my back pocket. Come on now...they were nicely circular, textured crusty orange/brown-- how could I NOT bring them home?
I bent one back and forth 'til it split and now I shall form a bird.... an old bored board, a beer cap, some tea-stained gauze: a lovely little creature that I have named "Celestial Baby Waible Bird" for my daughter.
TRASH is ART!