Back in Austin, in my hood, around the Faulk Central Library. These were still the "good old days" though we didn't recognize it at the time. I loved looking at this little building. I was so pleased it housed an art related entity. The jail cast a shadow across this property, creating quite a contrast. The utility of incarceration architecture versus the esthetics art architecture was stark. Beautifully dressed people came and went here while desperate family looked for parking to visit loved ones. Colorful fabrics were ferreted here while police cruisers drove into sealed bays delivering suspects. I hope something pretty and soft made it onto the jail walls.