This strip of grass used to be the hangout spot for the homeless, drunks and drug dealers. It’s not surprising that the city fathers decided to open it up and make it less attractive to nefarious deals. On the one hand we have gained an area to admire the brutal art the city has purchased over the years, but we have lost the casual contribution by the homeless, who, in this case cast a pair of serviceable trainers in the vicinity. I love the brutal fountain, out of concrete slabs, but the casually discarded shoes asked another question.
Slab opens debate.
Am I art, or you, or them?
Bench and shoes, bemused.
Clive and Eva La Pensée 