Every time I visit Chattanooga, I have to walk down Frazier Street and check on the brick piano.
Since it's a bit more substantial than most instruments, it's always there, waiting for a photo op . . . or just waiting to inspire or amuse.
Why is it there? The inscription says it's dedicated to the musicians of Chattanooga and the area, and that's a good enough reason.
But art doesn't need a reason. It's just THERE to surprise you and make you happy.
It's looking a little more grainy these days--getting some texture from age. But it's a nice graceful aging.
(I'm looking around Atlanta for some nice public art that celebrates our local musicans. I can't find anything anywhere. Once again, Chattanooga takes the lead . . . I guess Atlanta is too busy tearing down old things to take the time . . .
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