It's about four feet off the ground, you can bend down and stand up in the bottom hole and imagine the corset's owner before the security guards hurry you away. Nifty.
That's a form of art I like, which is convenient because I am limited to it: figure out a process and the process makes the art, in this case smushing a deposit of charcoal upwards. Excellent idea! Have you ever thought of smushing the charcoal DOWNWARDS? Further process-as-art ideas involve the delightful errors introduced by the tiny fingers of child laborers.
In Disneyland, an untitled steampunk shrubbery. What fantastical creature might have a use for these things?
