Madam, - Why do your arts columns never cover the extensive installation (the proper term, I believe) beside the railway line a mile or two west of Newbridge? Who is the unsung artist? I think we should be told.
To the untutored eye, it might look like a field strewn with rusting, burnt-out cars. However, they have remained in place for years, with neither additions nor subtractions, so there must be more to it than meets the eye. Otherwise they would have been cleared away, surely?
So it must be art, perhaps a metaphor for the essential transience of the human condition. As these cunning creations slowly decay back into the earth that gave them birth (dashes to ashes, rust to dust, tyres to pyres. . .), the more perceptive traveller is stimulated to reflect on the meaning of life.
The tourist, however, may be stimulated to reflect on the folly of holidaying in a scrapyard. Could signs be erected to explain to him that this display is Irish Art? And could your Arts Editor please give it the attention it deserves? - Yours, etc.,
DUNCAN J. MARTIN, Corbally, Limerick