Day of the Triffids Art

I went to a show at the art centre on Wednesday night. We were given the novel "The Day of the Triffids" to read. Had to say what we though of the story. What we got out of the read. There were three people picked to tell what they found in their read.

Alison McDonald used plastic bottles to do art work on the story. She made Triffids. Marvelous what can be done with a lot of imagination, and a pile of empty plastic containers.

Below is a few of the photos I took where they were set up on the blackened walls of the vault.

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