Euphemisms for the Intimate Enemy by Australian artist Ruark Lewis consisted of one hundred and fifty oil drums stacked and arranged to spell out puzzling phrases and words. (Miles Storey/Torontoist)
You know, I don't think I will ever understand the dumbasses who run around stealing pieces of the installations. Trinity Bellwoods was ruined, and by the time I got to Ryerson there were no ducks left.
You know, I don't think I will ever understand the dumbasses who run around stealing pieces of the installations. Trinity Bellwoods was ruined, and by the time I got to Ryerson there were no ducks left.