of dumping

On my daily run through Roundwood park and onto the tarmac, via Harlesden high st, my son and I came across this abandoned washing machine. I guess this takes random ‘dumping’ to another level. Ironically if this were in a museum it could easily pass for a “ready-made” sculpture but as the context here is far from a shiny museum I’m instead reminded of the many contradictions inherent to Harlesden.

The audaciousness of dumpingsomething of this scale is bothhilarious and depressing.