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Ivory Irony

The Tragedy of the Common
Lord Bufort Mumford Augustine Tullyrill's
Shoe Last
(1868 -1928)
The mediocre statesman and pioneer of Central Africa, Lord Tullyrill, with his trading company, was the earliest to drain raw material from the plains and jungles of Uganda, Zaire, Kenya and Zimbabwe.
His credits include the exploitation of timber, labor, mineral, and animal by-products. Lord Tullyrill, reportedly a great hunter and sportsman, is said to have felled thirty bull elephants in a single afternoon, capturing for his larder over four tons of Ivory in one sitting...
He and his huntsmen held all records for trophy size and number of animals slain for over thirty years. As a statesman, Lord Tullyrill retained a seat in the House of Lords for four terms, however absent for most of the time, "My love of sport keeps me away in colonies", Using his family's considerable wealth to further his interests in business, Lord Tullyrill, was a man with the right stuff in the right place
Lord Tullyrill is succeeded by one daughter, a product of his third marriage. Daughter Fay (still living) was further reason for the Lord to lavish yet more trophies and clear cut entire forests in order to secure a rightful station for her father's reputation. Fay, a spinster, still lives in their Sussex Shire estate built from her father's exploits. In fact, it might be noted that the introductory sequence to BBC's Master Piece Theater was shot in Lord Tullyrill's Mansion—Tullymore.
With the Lord's innumerable conquests there was an inexhaustible amount of animal parts from which the Lord had many objects fashioned, fetishes, for both utility and beauty. One of the few objects outside the family estate, available for public viewing, is a Shoe-Last parted from the Lord's extensive foot-ware collection.
This Shoe-Last, it is said, was created for his favorite, smoking slippers, fashioned from the same silk weave as his best, smoking jacket. This Shoe-Last was given up for public viewing after the house pet, a Pomeranian named Tuffy, mauled and hopelessly mutilated his left slipper. The Lord's right slipper, and its caretaker last, remains properly placed in the Lord's last remaining smoking slipper, and remains in the care of Fay.
Without accounting for genetic superiority, the Lord had rather strange feet. No matter what fashion his foot wear was cut, they always looked odd and out of step. Some say that is why he spent so much time away from England; those who knew him said he wasn't the out-of-door type; 'he liked his gin by the fire.'
With her Pomeranian, Tuffy, Fay lives on today. She wanders the halls gathering tufts of fur and bits of hide fallen from the Lord's conquests; they protrude from the walls like the stumps of logged ebony forests. The chambers are hung from floor to ceiling with the mildewed busts of the Dark Continent's bounty.

Tragedy of:
The Commons remains Tragic, visit Irony and the Collective Subjective

The Shoebox Story
Life's stories can be held in a shoebox. This Shoebox is but one of billions of shoeboxes.
Some stories are more tragic some less but they are all equal in the eyes of the jury.

The Tragedy of the Commons: Ivory Irony
Lord Bufort Mumford Augustine Tullyrill's Shoe Last

Submission from the 5th Internationl Shoebox Sculpture Exhibition
Tragedy of the Commons: part I .......... Ivory Irony

common tragedy

tragedy commons

"Sequel to Tragedy of the Common,
in the 6th International Shoebox Sculpture Exhibition"

Bimbi Luboso's Right Foot directs the point of view to history not recorded, a narrative of fate self-organized and indifferent. Betrayal, ignorance and loss are metaphor in the cast and lot of humanity." Bimbi, head tracker for Lord Buford Mumford Autustine Tullyrill, was bound and his right foot severed when he refused to drive a herd of pachyderms within range of the Lord's campsite. Michael Randles remains on the testy edge of art and ideas. "Iconoclastic iconography is a task reduced to a cacophony of isms; fertile ground for the genetic white noise emanating from our vestigial tails to interrupt humanity's neural circuits while I, affectionately, still swing from the trees."