For his sculptures, he weaves large, hollow structures out of saplings with the help of a group of local volunteers. The end result is a configuration that looks like a large bird got bored with making nest shapes. The sculptures decay over time and are eventually mulched, but while they stand, they lead quite the life, with visitors walking through them and hanging out at them and photographing the souls from of them. This time the rustic shapes look like a row of cottages from one of Dr. Seuss’s books if he'd lost all his crayons except for brown, all tilted and rounded and the w-word.
And it’s a high pedestrian area, at the intersection of Hawthorne Boulevard and Essex Street right across from the Crow Haven Corner witch shop. Since this thing will probably still be standing come October, I imagine it’ll be absolutely haunted by hordes of monsters. I’m looking forward to seeing it thronged. I’ve never seen one of Dougherty’s works thronged. You’re wondering if I’m using that word correctly, thronged.
Tell me that’s not perfect.
I wasn't lying about this being my fifth Patrick Dougherty sculpture: