Crap stands. But my insistence as to what they should be called isn't borne of wanting to criticize Didge. I've actually become interested in these things as a manifestation of one of the many facets of his personality. Didgeridoo Boy has crap stands fine tuned into his own, distinctive almost-art form. Look closely at that snapshot, under the back pack. That's a pair of hiking boots. Without them, the back pack would slide off onto the floor. The thinking that must be at work behind one of Didge's crap stands is extraordinary, as evidenced by such focus upon alignment and fine tuning. Take this miniature version, for example:
This is what I call a "mini crap". Often, Didge will take a smaller object, place it upon a table or counter, and make of it another crap stand. In this instance, we have a plastic storage box containing some of his model paints. His Marlboros are placed just so, right at the edge above his wallet. It's as though one is a marker for the other, in a place made somehow more official by the presence of the mini crap.
I'm still trying to figure out what's developing with the one I call "Mothercrap":
If you look, you can see the alignment taking shape with dark-colored objects - the Halo box is to the right, with some stereo components and a VCR to the left, and then the vintage Atari controllers to the right on the next shelf up. In the center of the very top shelf is a stack of records. The things off to the sides of these dark-colored gravity-bearing items are what he reaches for frequently, so the same system of marking a place can be seen as with the mini crap. I'm sure my understanding of this one will develop as the piece itself progresses, provided I don't win the battle to send Mothercrap to the scary cave of a room under the house prior to its completion.
Finding a fruitful hobby one enjoys is so important, yes?
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