I mean... are these people completely sincere, completely insincere, or do they span all the possible gradations of sincerity and insincerity... and does it even matter? Those mesh female forms twisted slowly in the wind... to what end? Something like wind chimes? [ADDED: By "these people," I mean the vendors.]
Note the Capitol in the background behind the trees, suggesting my real purpose in coming down to the Square. I wanted to see how the art was interfacing with the politics. Would there be any protesters in amongst the art fair folks?
The hunger strike guy was there:
I love the outfit on the art fair lady who stopped to absorb his message. Was it art? Ah, what is art?
I had the idea that this was the best art at the fair:
I love it! So pop and so graphic and greasy. Have some:
Or walk right by:
Enough about the fair food. Back to the hunger strike guy. He was the only protester I noticed. Well, him and some man who'd painted "Recall Walker" on his black