RedBall Project : Scottsdale

The Loloma bus station has a stolid, transient atmosphere - people are leaving, arriving or waiting to leave. We inflated RedBall in a perfectly chosen spot, beneath one of the heavy outcrops meant to shelter travelers, where it remained throughout the day oppressed by concrete and shade. The wind blew tumbleweed across the road, confirming the lonely nature of the bus stop. RedBall, in its mysterious, anthropomorphic self, seemed to take on that heaviness, waiting patiently, resilient despite the circumstances holding it in place. I began to notice that passers-by underwent a cycle in the presence of the ball: they’d glance at it in an instant of skepticism and curiosity, slowing down without realizing it, they’d look around to see if anyone was watching before ambling over to casually touch the ball, they’d gingerly try leaning into it, bouncing against it, and then as the ball remained firmly itself, something in them would shift and relax, and they’d smile, look around for someone to talk to, pull out a camera or a cell phone to confirm this strange moment in life that just wasn’t ordinary.

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