She was in the bedding section and I was across the aisle in draperies. I liked the way she tried out the pillows. It seemed ineffective and yet completely right – like she would just know when her head brushed against the right one.
As she straightened up, I noticed the wet paper in her hand. I was almost beside her when she threw it at the pole. I wasn’t sure if she was making art or protesting the little art installation. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her looking around for other things to throw.
I like these public art installations. This is the first time I’ve seen this series on Queen West, but a few months ago, I found some up at Dundas and Bathurst and took pictures: