The Whinburgh Poo Tagger's Greatest Sh*ts
A mid-career retrospective of a local Banksy who transforms doggy-do into high art.
My home is surrounded by farm trails and footpaths.
They loop and link and diverge into dozens of delightful walks.
It's perfect dog-walking country, and most of my neighbours let them off leash, as nature intended. It's lovely to see dozens of carefree dogs sniffing about while their owners meander along, a few paces in front or behind.
But an off leash dog is a sneaky poo waiting to happen. As I imply in my open letter (really a love letter) to the Whinburgh Poo Tagger, these discarded dog-logs are the product of an owner's inattention, rather than their malice. But the Whinburgh Poo Tagger doesn't care for the whys and wherefores. WPT's only concern is for justice.
Thus, WPT cannot forgive a single fleck of feculence.
I've watched the Whinburgh Poo Tagger's practice evolve over the last 3 years.
I've had a lot of time to meditate on the sheer breadth and depth of their work.