if at first you don't succeed ...

We were less than a half block away from the stairs yesterday (Alan Marrero's Tributary Dreams). Dang it. Today, following Mich's instructions, I found it in a heart beat. Finding parking in the west ward is a different subject all together.

There are 58 steps. Yes I climbed them. If you go, don't wear open shoes. The stairs are covered with broken bottles. I had to walk carefully in my Birks. I think this is the best piece of the lot. The tile work was pefectly aligned. How he did that on a twelve inch step is beyond me. Even if I laid on the ground I couldn't do it. Maybe he used those sheets that you cut apart. (The photo I found yesterday must be a rendering. The actual pattern on the stairs is different.)

I then drove to the narrowest alley I've ever been in and found Sonny Wards Grass Wall in a long skinny pocket park.  There was no way I would have found it without Mich's help. It appears to be made of cardboard.

So I know what you're saying, Gayle, when did this turn into Fat Girls Art Blog. It hasn't. Trust me.

A few years ago everyone had painted horses and mules and monkeys and things. I was much worse then. I drove to Kentucky twice to chase horses. I also photographed art bears during the 3-Day. I have two more pieces to find for this adventure, and then I'm done.

Until the Easton art trail opens in fall. Can't wait.