Art happens on the streets of New York City, mingling with the everyday passersby. Yesterday while walking with a friend in the village, we were lost trying to find Washington Square park. A man over heard us and said, “Yeah, but what ever street you walk down there is always something interesting to see!” In the distance I saw a woman in a crowd wearing a make shift bubble suit crossing Broadway. She seemed lost too. Like a visitor from another world, she would stop and stare at things intently, seemingly trying to understand what they meant. I do not know if this was an act of performance art, a new innovative rain suit, or just one persons way to protect herself and feel comfortable a crazy world.