RE: Watermelonhand
Me ma was drunk and I was angrish.
My grandfather was a good sculptor and used different media. Both hands in a vat of hot paraffin (or something) and somehow managed to cast them in plaster. I don't know which family member has the left hand.
That summer there was no room in the refrigerator for the watermelon, so I parked it on the couch.
I was holding The Hand for guidance or as a prop for a useless lecture to my Mom, I don't remember. But I threw it underhand, hard, behind me, et voila. I'm usually a good shot, thought that one was unintended.
It totally diffused what could have been a bad situation (I've since deformed my right hand by sticking it through walls a few times) and we just laughed at the result.
Mom told me to take a picture, and that's the last good idea that she's had.
Art is where you find it.