The Tree Outside My House

This project has being growing outside my house over the past few weeks.

It's one of those things I've always wanted to do. I like the idea of public art, especially when it involves making ordinary things look un-ordinary. And I like the idea of community art where someone starts something and others can come along and add to it...there used to be this strange little garden near the sea where someone had dug up part of the grass outside their home and planted herbs and flowers and made a little arch with things hanging off and every time we walked by someone had added something else...there were all sorts of odd knickknacks there...once I found this pink flamingo made of porcelain and hubby covered it with a poem of Lorca's and we placed it in the magic garden with all the other odd tributes...I haven't been there for a while so I don't know if it's still there...I know a lot of people have very strong ideas about this sort of stuff, especially about calling it "art"...but kids usually love to discover anything out of the a street with a tree in it that isn't behaving exactly like the trees in other streets... the very least my art-tree or tree-art should mean that mums bringing their kids to my workshops for the first time next week won't have too much trouble guessing which is our house...the number fell off about 10 years ago and I'm still, like millions of women around the globe, waiting for hubby to fix it...he's better when it comes to writing poems on pink flamingos.