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  • I was in Louisiana over spring break, on a service trip with my school. After planting trees on an eroding coastal barrier island one morning, our group took a detour to a little-known sculpture garden in the middle of a neighborhood in small-town southern Louisiana. I was hot, sweaty, and tired, and going back to take a shower sounded better than standing in a tiny little garden in the hot sun, but when we got off the bus, this opinion changed.

    The garden wasn't big, but it was crammed full of painted concrete sculptures like nothing I'd ever seen before. I craned my neck to see inside as our guide explained the story of the garden. It stood on an abandoned lot that had been empty for years. The artist, Kenny Hill, one day just began making sculptures there out of concrete, wire, paint, and other common materials. He built and built and built, and people started noticing his art. But controversy arose when the local government started saying that he was trespassing, that he'd have to pay taxes on the land, and other bureaucratic nonsense, eventually threatening to get rid of the sculptures. So Kenny up and left, leaving all of his art exactly where it was. The people of the area banded together to keep the sculpture garden intact, and it's still there today, in a place you'd never expect to see such a collection. The local people love it, and I loved it too. As for Kenny, not many people know what he's up to now or where he is. He just doesn't want to be found.
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