You Are Here Now You Are Here



I took this photo of the sculpture embedded in the sidewalk at the the light rail station at McDowell and Central in Phoenix, AZ. As I was setting up the shot, I wondered how many people merely step over it several times a week, without thinking, Yes, I am here now. I’m here on this sidewalk. I’m here at this light rail station. I’m here in downtown Phoenix. I’m here in Arizona. I’m here in the United State of America, in North America. I’m here on this planet, in this galaxy, in this universe. I am HERE. I am here NOW.

I tried to find the name of the artist who created this piece. I can’t say I did an exhaustive search. I did find propaganda from Valley Metro in 2008 saying that the artist responsible for the art at the Central and McDowell stop is Michael Maglich. According to,

Flanked by the Burton Barr Public Library and Phoenix Art Museum, the McDowell station was a perfect match for local artist Michael Maglich. A generous man, brimming with curiosity and wit, Michael envisioned A Thousand Points of Reference as a celebration of the diverse possibilities available to the institutes’ patrons as well as the nearby neighborhoods.

However, the brochure does not specifically mention the piece I am sharing today.

I hope this piece gets people thinking about their place(s) in the world.

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now I have a little travel trailer parked in a small RV park in a small desert town. I also have a minivan to travel in. When it gets too hot for me in my desert, I get in my minivan and move up in elevation to find cooler temperatures or I house sit in town in a place with air conditioning I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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