This is from a farming community not far from where I live. Just outside the frame, where the figures are looking, is a street corner often occupied by real people standing with their little books bringing the word of God. And every time I see this scene I wonder how they can stand there and not feel weird about being watched by these three charmers — maybe it’s because they’re used to being watched by God. And furthermore, why would this particular piece of public art be located here, with these guys perpetually staring at nothing more than the corner of a building, which, it turns out, is a favourite place for proselytizers. What came first, the art or the proselytizers? Maybe on another day I’ll be less concerned about offending and include them in the frame, too.