September 2nd, 2020 was a very joyous walk through the preserves lands. To my utter bliss, my Not Art (ladder and tire) sculpture was missing. So too were the dozens of pieces of trash painted neon pink—so as not to be missed— and stenciled with promts to care, to call, and others with the Atlanta Parks and Recreations number. Even better, the trash that wasn’t painted was MIA as well. The Toy creek and surrounding banks were no longer speckled with consumer products at the end of their life cycle.
Art. Works.