This location is where I first started placing my rogue rock sculptures, and why I continued to build them. Not only did the condo allow the sculptures to stay, but the residents who saw me building them always expressed their joy at seeing them. Today Jaye Berman came by walking her dog, a minature French poodle, and stopped to ask if I was the person responsible the building all the sculptures. "Yep, ya got me", says I. "Well, thank you", says she, "I really enjoy seeing them".
I enjoy seeing them - up and intact, but not a one at the Oak Hill was that way. So, the afternoon was spent ressurecting the fallen sculptures into new rock sculptures. Knowing that we're going to get rain, gusty winds and thunderstorms this weekend, I tried to mortar the sculptures as best I could to weather the weather.
Monday, April 11, 2011
The Wynnewood Train Station thought that no one knew it's name. To rectify the matter Septa erected thirteen red, white and blue signs (YES, 13!!) at the station. Naturally, they felt one sign would look especially good blocking my rock sculpture. And, indeed, they not only blocked the view of my sculpture, but flattened it to the good earth from which I had built it. Dismaying to say the least.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Decided to return to the rock sculpture at Conshohocken State Road & City Avenue to see if it was still intact. Lo and behold it was still standing. But there was a police wagon parked in the vacant gas station lot only 50 feet away from my site. Well, "What the hell", I thought as I pulled around him and opened my trunk. The plot needed the dandelions and trash removed, and now looked like a good time to do it. Of course, as I did the clean-up, I also re-modeled the sculpture and cemented the smaller stones. The police left (to go after more important law-breakers), yet someone was wildly honking at me. I turned to see my sister and her husband laughing and pointing at me. Caught me in the act of creation. It made me realize that this sculpture is located in the most travelled location of any of my sculptures. Is no place safe from my rogue, public art?