Fall break(down) in Indianapolis

From Tennessee we decided to head for Indianapolis. We were already in the neighborhood, so to speak, so it made sense to visit Michelle, the person who had connected us to Austin in Chattanooga in the first place. She was also the first American friend to witness the birth of the idea that evolved into this crazy-sane-intensive art experiment across the States. We had grand plans for this city – street art, a masterclass, several meetings. Alas, by the time we got there we had fallen sick. Our week long stay consisted mostly of watching the yellow leaves swirl in the wind, getting slowly better and being grateful for our wonderful hosts. A single, floating blackbird was left in our wake.

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