|Park full of straining municipal art; limited, mechanical, sterile. Then, over the railing, unplanned: did anybody drown?|
|Seedless city -- native plantings; berries for the un-humaned future?|
|Waterfront park, lounging apes too lazy to pick up the garbage. Cleaned between me and a Texan who is on her shoreless city's environmental council: it's OURs, now.|
|Giant ship sculptures, rusting through a wedding.|
|Child hands, in dust on rust.|
|Adult hands -- fearless wanderer leaving the group?|
The last photo is actually of my hand-prints. No, you're not supposed to touch the art, and on most pieces, nobody did. But everyone was so driven to imprint hands and feet on these particular sculptures, it triggered a recording to "Please not touch the art." I began to wonder if, at least for this one sculpture, the inability to resist rebellion, despite the electronic warning, was part of a live-action participation piece.