It was inevitable. Both mornings of the Atlas Intersections Festival brought hoards of young kids, especially Saturday, when the toddlers were swarming all over the piece for about two hours. Also, some words just speak to people and ask to be taken home. I was sure more would be missing, but after a quick review (yes, I check them after every venue to see which words I need to replace), the following words are gone:
Most of them are words that I wouldn’t be surprised to see “walk.” But “Episcopalian”? That’s got to be in a toddler’s pocket. Some parent will likely be quite amused when they go through the coat pockets.
The image above is one of the things I love about this project – I see random bits of irony every time people interact with this piece. All of the other stones were on the mats or in the bins, but “cautious” migrated (all on its own) just outside the margins, as though it was afraid to join the party. I brought it back into the fold, and it is not missing, in case you were wondering.