The third batch

I took part of the third batch to Avoca Beach. It was very difficult to casually leave the letters around in these coastal tourist areas. The problem was people are alert to what you are doing. There is a lack of anonymity. Chances are, when the people working in these cafes, bars and restaurants come across my little art project they will just think how clever, ball up the letters, bin then and then move on with their lives. Strategically I am always thinking about places were people will potentially pick them up. Clean places. Ledges and windowsills. Benched. Anyway up high and within easy reach. I left one letter open in the toilet of a bar in Avoca, positioning it in a little window above the urinal. No one will touch anything in a public toilet except their own junk but it was open so that you could read the letter hands free. You never know, the letter might travel further than the garbage bin this way. This is my hope. That these letters will have a life of their own. I left the 'Keith' letter because I still really like it even though it needs to be cut down. I also felt it was appropriate for that setting. I decided that leaving any letters in the large pub down the street, the one with a cover bad playing crappy '90's covers was pointless. They would have certainly been trashed. I did leave the 'Trevor' letter at Captain Cook's lookout. This lookout had an amazing view of the Pacific. It was flat and vast, a few white triangular sails far out near the horizon. I pinned the letter to a bench with a few small rocks. As I mentioned, I think the setting is very important in terms of the type of letter I decide to leave. I can image the father in the Trevor letter being in a place like this.