astroturf, rocks, cardboard, newspaper, duct tape, joint compound, acrylic paint
15 x 12 ft
Levittown spoke to me in something between a dream and a memory. Seventeen thousand ghostly choruses. There’s nothing like the charm and beauty of a well-kept plot, the essence of nature, a course for contemplation of life’s bigger questions. Measure the stretch of distance, the waterfall from a chugging sprinkler. Reduce it to the lowest terms and don’t disturb a blade, keep your legs crossed, check yourself. “Go believe”—what Zhuge Liang would say two thousand years after he wrapped up an army of horses in white fluff and hoped to win his foreign guests’ trust.
Proper English. That’s how to make them understand.
