I like to find quirky, unusual places wherever we go. Found a couple places we hadn't been to, so decided to take a day trip to investigate them. One was great, the other one we thought of as more junk, but art is in the eye of the beholder. Both of our eyes thought it was more junk than art.
The GLASS OUTHOUSE
Yes, there is an actual working glass outhouse. The whole museum covered 5 acres of yard art. It was quirky and fun
This is the outhouse. You can't see in, but you can see out. This is the actual bathroom for the museum.
Think this pirate is looking for water but none around
An astronaut meeting ET
No tittle
Sage at Sage (Collage)
Yes, there is an actual working glass outhouse. The whole museum covered 5 acres of yard art. It was quirky and fun
This is the outhouse. You can't see in, but you can see out. This is the actual bathroom for the museum.
No explanation necessary
This is what happens when you work out too much
This little cafe was about 2' tall
This little chapel has been rented out for many weddings
Think this pirate is looking for water but none around
This little frog is just trying to shield himself from the sun
An astronaut meeting ET
NOT SO QUIRKY
We also went to the Noah Purifoy Desert Art Museum of Assemblage Sculpture. Noah Purifoy was a famous African American artist born in Alabama in 1917. He is most famous for his collage named 66 Signs of Neon, made out of the rements of the 1966 Watts Rebellion. In 1989 he moved to Joshua Tree in California until his death in 2004. I'm sure there are alot of people that consider this art, but we couldn't see it. What do you think?
The Band Wagon
65 Aluminum Trays
The White House
No tittle
Sage at Sage (Collage)
Lawn Chairs
Appliance Store
San Francisco Oakland Bay Bridge
This is the only one that gave me pause. So true of his upbringing in the south. I lived in the south in 1965/1966 and this is what it was like. You can't read the signs above the fountains and toilet, but, above the fountain it says WHITES, above the toilet it says COLORED. That is how the south felt in those days, some even still
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