Sometimes recycling is art.
I mean: check this out:
There is people who can make real artworks with materials or even pieces of things that someone else just throws away
In this mad world recycling is not optional, since we are literary sinking in our trash, and creative recycling is more and more popular.
But recycling staff is not exactly a new thing.
My grandmother loved geraniums (as any italian old lady probably) but she has never spent a cent to buy vases. She bought big cans of olive oil, Olio Sasso, and used cans as vases for her geraniums.
My grand father changed an old tyre into a flowerbed for our garden
In any italian kitchen, empty jelly jars are washed and stored, and used again and again for homemade jelly, vegetables preserves, or tomatoes sauce
Old towels, clothes, sheets become cleaning cloths. My mom can make a nice bag with a pair of jeans, hot pads, aprons, or placemats with pieces of old cloth.
Recycling has always been an art in Italy