On Holy Thursday of 2016 I installed fourteen original artworks as a "Stations of the Cross" at various public spaces in my hometown. On Easter Sunday morning I visited the final station, laid aside the piece of broken glass over the broken beer bottle that represented Christ's tomb, and removed the crucifix inside. I plan to leave that particular piece at the Center Cemetery for the full fifty days of the Easter season. I checked on the other thirteen stations on Monday and Tuesday and found most of them intact. One had disappeared entirely. In two cases items were removed from the bottles and the bottles were left behind. I wasn't terribly surprised or upset by this--it was a possibility I considered and accepted before putting the pieces out there in public where anyone could see, take, alter or destroy them.
I removed the remaining pieces from the sites and I plan to reuse them for a future project (perhaps another Stations of the Cross here in town next Lent, or perhaps elsewhere.)
I'm currently working on new art as part of my Butterfly Effect Project. I will very likely install some of the butterflies created in some of the same sites as the stations of the cross.
This was my first public art installation. Though it had been percolating inside me for a very long time, it did not fully form until Holy Week had already started, so I rushed to finish creating and installing it. In some cases this led to pieces that were nice, but not as "worked over" as much as I might have liked.
On the other hand, some of the most powerful pieces included found objects I discovered and pulled together just hours previous to creating that particular station.
Overall it was a powerful spiritual experience for me to create this type of art and put it out there for others to see. In so doing I openly courted the potential for scorn and criticism, but received none. If nothing else, I hope my experience encourages others to put themselves out there and take a chance on exposing their vulnerability and passion to the world.