Section of a mosaic on the floor of the same light rail platform in Tempe, Arizona that has the water bottle chandelier.
Hammer head. Non-shark variety.
You can thank/blame PJ for that bit of wordplay.
I’ve heard observers from across the country and around the world marvel at their first glimpse of our most prominent public art project in Phoenix. “What the hell is that?” one visitor from Germany asked. “Is that supposed to be some sort of art thing?” another inquired.
Yes, we Phoenicians are proud — mighty proud — of this soaring artistic achievement. While we appreciate the artist’s Ralph Waldo Emerson inspired quote, we’ve given it our own abundantly appropriate nickname.
The Flying Uterus.