I’ve made a group of tiles for art drop offs. Here is the whole array:
If you want details on their creation, I wrote three posts about it on my art blog. Here is a link to the first one and from there, look for the other two to learn about the project in sequence – they follow over the next few days.
All right, here is my first drop-off. This tile was the subject.
I took a walk from my house down the hills into my former neighborhood, which is only about a mile away. We lived here from 1992-2003, and then we moved to our current location. As you may imagine, the old neighborhood is still very familiar to me, being so close. I decided to set the tile on the stone wall surrounding a park:
I placed it so that it is visible and if anyone wants to take it, they can, but it can also be enjoyed as it is, if a passerby would rather not pick it up. I want to be cognizant of people’s feelings these days.
Let me tell you a little about this area. This section of Cheltenham Township, Old Wyncote, was built up about about 130+/- years ago. It surrounds a commuter rail station that in the past would have been a quick link to the city of Philadelphia when other transportation was slow or uncertain. Therefore, this area, like a lot of my township, was originally a place for wealthy people to build large estates for a country place, or for affluent people to have a summer home out of the city. The houses are large and many are elaborately decorated with patterned shingles and lots of porches.
This park, Robinson Park, is the remnant of one of those estates. It’s low-lying and for water runoff issues was saved from development in the 1990’s, becoming a small park instead. The house the land belonged to is right behind it (reddish-roofed house).
The park has a pond (what we would call a runoff basin these days) and in warm weather a fountain sprays.
There is a small community garden:
but otherwise it’s just a peaceful place.
The stone walls are from the estate days and, like much of the area, are protected under historic preservation laws. Our house in this neighborhood, which was located up the hill off to the left of the scenes I have showed you, was one of these houses. The exterior of the homes cannot be altered without permission (except for paint). When we moved here these homes were not desirable and many were in bad condition. Since then, things have changed, and the houses are getting cared for.
The stone walls, as I was saying, are extensive.
In this view I am looking up the street. The house in the picture marks the end of the park. In this next view, I have walked up to that point and am looking back.
It may interest you to know that Greenwood Avenue, running alongside the wall, is normally a busy street – cars come one after another all day long. On this day I was able to walk in the street, only occasionally stepping up on the sidewalk as a car came along. It is not an experience I have had before.
Anyway, the tile is at Greenwood and Bent Roads, facing uphill. If you are in the neighborhood, say hello!