Rusty. Shopworn. Used. There is something powerful in the American psyche that seeks to create the idea of a bygone time when life moved slower. Relive the Oregon Trail and be an ocular witness to the Last of the Mohicans. Get rootsy. And its great to walk in what you can call country primitive. Madame Pickwick has just brought in a batch of what is called rusty metal. Its not real rusted metal of course; its mass produced rusty-look metal made in China. I wonder if their factory workers ask why would they want to buy something that looks like it should be thrown out when we can make it look like new for less?
Galvanized tin dipped in some presumably not beneficial for the heart and lungs solution which oxidizes the color to that condition of the left out in the cow pasture for ten years look. The objects vary from antique milk jugs to planters to watering cans to king size jungle bells. A little piece of Americana. Since decorative painting never stepped into the modern era, its normal that the tug of the past with its mystical, sometimes quasi Biblical influences would continue to inspire, as if understanding the past had to be achieved before the leap into the often pathological sphere of the moderns.
We know the goods are junky, a cheaply made, though not expensive; the point is the image of the pioneer spirit, pushing the boundaries of frontier and invoking the potential of the new world even if in a kitschy fashion is reassuring.