We bought this figurine from a Jamaican artist in 2005. He used to sit on the Northern shore close to Ocho Rios, smoked ganja, talked about unity and love, sometimes picked the driftwood, carved animals out of it and tried to sell them to the occupants of the all-inclusive hotels nearby who were strong and curious enough to leave the premises after diligent worship of Bacchus. His name was Toney.
Some Native American guy from Sedona
Makes those rusty frogs out of scrap metal
And sells them for a song. People buy them
And put away in the basements to gather dust.
Later on: Darling, have you seen that metal frog
I bought in Sedona ten years ago? Nope.
Are you sure you didn’t leave it behind
When we moved from Louisville?
No one remembers. Nobody knows
Where they are now.
The Swetsville Zoo is a place in the eastern part of Fort Collins, Colorado. It contains more than a hundred of scrap metal sculptures made by Bill Swets. I am not sure if folk art, as they are usually called on the Web, is a proper name for them, but whatever they are, they are beautiful.