I decided to approach our feelings towards our city from a different point of view in the next phase of my art project. For a long time now I have been captivated by the written testimonies of signs, marks and informative statements by people who live in Christchurch. Many of these could not have been phrased anywhere else but in this unique city, some others are less obvious but none the less amazing self-confessions. I feel that signs can be interpreted as emotional reports from an individual to the public, or in other words an artwork, a means of self-expression. Not only words carry their impact: observing the materials, the colors, the font, the size, the location, the timing, the cultural background and of course, our recent or not so recent history allow for a deeper interpretation than a casual look. This is what I’d like to share. The photos from now on will be posted regularly but not on a daily basis. Today’s sign is a It’s handpainted on a white board with black acrylic paint. The capital letters tell me someone feels strongly about this garage that now stands on an empty, overgrown section, or maybe someone was concerned that in the rubble of demolition a smaller sign could be overlooked. The garage is still standing, and I wonder if anyone is likely to demolish it now that the house it was attached to is gone. The sign has fulfilled its role. The garage hasn’t been torn down. It is though still being deconstructed by nature, as all abandoned buildings. There is no door to shut, the wind, the rain, the dust enters it at will oblivious to the wishes of the author of the words by the gaping hole. Is the sign useless? Maybe not. It tells me someone still cares.