From a letter to Sarah Sweeney on 10/16/14
Re: Parking Lot
I started thinking of the sculpture Parking Lot, a few weeks ago. There was a street sign knocked over on my sidewalk. It laid there dead for at least two or three weeks. I kept thinking how sad that it had served it's purpose and passed with no ceremony. No one cared, they just left it. I had this funny thought of the sign every morning, like it was a neighbor now. Then I thought, how great it would be if the sign began to ascend, to float away and show us all it was greater than we imagined. There it was the whole time, this special thing that we thought was just a busted sign, and here we are the jerks that walked by and never celebrated its existence.
One day it was just gone.