The Seattle Waterfront Sculpture Park

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.