Find the tile at Dough Boys

Hid this tile at one of my fave spots for a quick bite -- Dough Boys on 17th Street Causeway in Fort Lauderdale. It's in the bathroom in the cabinet under the sink. If you go there, look for it. If you like it, take it home. I call this one "Drunk With Love." The character is Margaret and every single time she even thinks of Edward, she is drunk with love! Doesn't she look kinda drunk with love? That's a rhetorical question. No need to answer.

Art served

Left this tile in the Fort Lauderdale Library on Sunrise Boulevard this weekend. Hope it found a good home. This is "Maureen," who always appears to be listening intently but in fact is counting the letters in every sentence she hears. She's been doing it for years and can't stop.

Wecome to the neighborhood

Tonight I saw Driving Lessons at Cinema Paradiso. In this film, Ben, a 17-year-old orange-haired boy lands a job as assistant to an aging actress with a deep passion for words, gardening, nature and wine -- lots of wine. After many failed attempts at driving under the watchful eye of his uptight, religion-obsessed, lonely mother, Ben's new artful mentor gives him a lesson in driving, and life, that he won't soon forget. Nor will I. While the basic storyline may not be original (It's very Harold and Maude) the tale was beautifully told. I cried and I laughed, a lot. On the drive home, I didn't even turn on the radio as I just wanted to reflect.

Oddly, I was one of literally only a handful of people in this old theater that was once a church. I was planning to drop a tile but there were so few people there, and they all seemed like regulars ... so I felt like if it was found soon, everyone would know it was me. So on the way home I stopped at the new Starbucks on Federal and Davie and got a cup of my favorite coffee and left this tile in the ladies' room. I don't want to become known as the restroom artist, but I'm still working up my courage to hide things more openly without feeling like everyone's watching me, which they clearly are not. I just don't wanna get caught because I don't want anyone to know it's me. There's something about the secret nature of this project that makes it feel more special.

The tile above is a character I call "Margaret." Her little story: Just because she reads books and listens to NPR, people think she's not fun. But they're wrong.

Tiling Suko Thai

Mary Tiler More is really slipping. Tonight I went to Suko Thai at Gateway with S and Dancin' J and hid a tile in a cabinet under the sink in the ladies' room. It was a special tile, very different from the others ... And I forgot to photograph it. If the person who finds it ever reads this and has easy access to a digital camera, it would be really, really great if you could e-mail a pic to me. But if not, no worries. Suko Thai is one of my favorite places. I love the beef satay and that peanut sauce is to die for. I also like the Phuket beer, which is not pronounced as you might think. It's apparently pronounced "poo-get."

We were totally entertained by two Weimeraners hanging out in a mini-station wagon outside the CD Collector with the windows down, as was everyone it seems. They were possibly the cutest, and most photogenic dogs, I have ever seen. If S can figure out how to get the pics off her phone and into an e-mail I will post them here. Turns out there's a William Wegman exhibit at the Norton Museum of Art in West Palm Beach. Maybe the dogs were in town for that.

Tiling on 17th Street

Put three out today, but the lady in red does NOT look like that. I took that pic before she was ready .... and forgot to re-take her pic later. Dropped the latest batch around 17th Street Causeway. The first, featuring Tara, whose life was so much happier since the bubble machine arrives, was randomly placed at Total Wine, while the other couple (they had to go together) was hidden in the ladies room at the Office Depot I frequent for ink cartridges. The guy is Trippy, who likes to poof his hair and throw on lipstick on Tuesdays, and his friend, the lady in red. I hope they find good homes. Sometimes I wonder where my little tiles wind up.

Alien invasion

Dropped the alien at Publix on Cordova.

A tile for Shelley Road

This tile also goes up north, because where would Erie Avenue be without Shelley Road?

Big J

I am not hiding this tile, as I promised it to a fellow painter who goes by the name Erie Avenue. But I painted more that will be heading out into the world this week. Still having fun. I need to find some new hiding places. Maybe tomorrow.