Site specific sculpture? Random acts of color? Arbor ardor?
These castaways were spotted on the way back from our compost run at work today. Had to hop out of our floral department golf cart to capture the beauty in the unexpected.
That’s what we see, and do, as artists. We find or make connections on canvas, on walls, in nature, or space, and to each other.
It’s how we make sense of our world even if, especially when it makes no sense.
That’s the adventure- and joy of it all.