I have started earlier this year. It began last year in the spring time when a friend and I walked the river and noticed the river had left us piles of river worn trash every where. We quickly got distracted in creating sculptures on the river bank for the next four hours. Then people came and took pictures and ran off as if we would have protested. This year I am building structures out of these huge slabs of concrete strewn about the steeper banks of the river as a retention wall of cheapness, cutting terraces, making stairs, art from litter left in the same spot as I found it, and painting it inevitably with moss. never underestimate the power of the leaver, the danger of broken glass in the dirt, or the resistance of common folk to the desire to find beauty in our waste creations. This is my new graffitti. The town I live in Is a heap of post-industrial crumblings and has many bridges with invisible undersides. South Bend Indiana...yep.