Mary Carothers

Location: Women's bathroom, , Hite Art Institute, University of Louisville
I know this feeling, do you?
Brigid Watters

Location: A tree, Louisville
Amerisa Waters
Random Arts of Kindness

Location: Borders, Gardiner Lane Shopping Center

Location: Borders, Gardiner Lane Shopping Center

Location: Dollartree, Bardstown Square Shopping Center
Rosslyn Steinmetz

Location: Off-Broadway Shoes, Shelbyville Road
Mitchell Noah

Location: First and Market, abandoned building
Something potentially dangerous placed in an already dangerous spot.
Crystal Ludwick

Material: Spray paint on wood with string
I have never been fully supported artistically from my family. I believe that childhood dreams are vital to growth and development, so I placed my piece on a playground to encourage children AND their parents to be open-minded.
Nick Linares

Location: Unknown
Elizabeth Johnson

Materials: Chalk
Location: TARC bus stop, Eastern Parkway, near the Medical Arts Building
Samantha Grose

Location: Louisville Suburbs, Grandma's house
Jimmy Devore

Materials: Stone
Constructed, balanced piles of stone, left where they belong.
Lucy Brown

Lexi Bass

Is the concept of mystery still alluring in today's e-communication society? With the ability to find city addresses and solve friendly pop culture disputes on an iphone or laptop in a moment's notice, at the click of a button, could someone still be perplexed by a riddle or an object of curious origin? I created a treasure map and hid it in the city for some lucky or unlucky bystander to happen upon, but proving my hypothesis correct for the first 5 days, the little trinket of feigned antiquity remained in it's not-so-hidden-place inside a crosswalk button cavity. The map's seal had been broken the first day, but crinkled, it was obvious someone had puzzled briefly over the message inside (a recipe in the form of a map) and shoved it back in its hole. I relocated the object again to make it more noticeable and provocative, but again I found it shoved deep inside the crosswalk pole. I came back and moved it to the forefront once more, but discovering it unmoved for several days in a row was disillusioning... finally I didn't see it there anymore, and like the triggered catch and release mouse-trap with no scurrying sounds from inside, I was filled with the anxiety of what had happened. Had it fallen out and blown away? Was it shoved so far into the cavity that I could no longer find it? Or was it taken? Kept? Trashed? Used? I created a Hollywoodesque account of what I hoped happened to my trinket, but as the Tootsie Pop Voice Over reiterates, "the world may never know."