Maybe I should wait and see but I like the fresh remark, and I like not knowing the artist before remarking the art. Now I know it's an arc, a strangely bending arc, that looks like an alien tentacle, ironically inspired by Martin Luther King's adage about justice. I like it more now because I like Martin Puryear, but it's still creepy and awkward, oddly placed before the newest public library, in the land grab where the presidential library was supposed to go, which switched by law and grew too vertical hence it had to be called a Beacon and a Museum of Hope and Change for the imperial privatization of the public park—admission thirty bones.