Not long after I arrived in Phoenix, a strange site appeared as I traveled north on the 51. The Pots Along the Freeway were like a divine apparition to a suffering saint. First, I noticed a mammoth old-fashioned campfire coffee pot standing watch over oncoming traffic. Then I sighted a gargantuan decorated Native American water pot embedded in a noise-abatement wall that could have been left behind by The... More >>>
courtesy of Phoenix Office of Arts and Culture
Artist's rendering of the as yet untitled Janet Echelman sculpture.