I'm walking up a trail to the top of a small mountain in Oregon. At the top the vegetation is scrubby and there is a sweeping view of a coniferous-forest valley; there is volcanic rock and it's windy. The little rocky summit is fitted out now with someone's art project. It's Chris's, and possibly also Georgia's. They're with me. The work might have drawn a bit more of a crowd than usually hikes up the mountain.
The project consists of a line of toilet bowls, with mirrors rather than water inside, winding up through the rocks. Others think it's clever, and I think it's clever in a way, but I'm disappointed, because it seems a to be copying another recent, well-known art work, without paying its debt.
