My street art is mostly a tiny experiment about urban secrets and owning things. I attach my little works of art to bridges or fences or other pieces of the city: a mini-mystery for the few people looking closely as they go by. I use a very strong glue that makes it hard work to get them off, although they’re almost all taken eventually (I check up on them sometimes). I like to imagine that effort, the person finally holding it in their hands, taking it home, not knowing really why they wanted it or what to do with it now.

With the painted dollars I drop on sidewalks or in convenience stores or libraries, I wonder if the person who bends down to pick one up will spend it or if it’s worth more than a dollar to them and they’ll keep it tucked away, a hundred penny mystery in the back of their underwear drawer. 

I’ll never know what really happened to any of my things of course—which is kind of the point. You can interact with a city without knowing its people.