#roadside

It's 17 metres tall, took six months to build, and was put up to pull drivers into the restaurant next door. Locals apparently just call it Larry.

I couldn't find much on why it's a house, or who asked for one. What I did find is that the ground it stands on was seabed until the 1940s — the whole polder was pumped dry and the villages on it built from scratch, so nothing out there is much older than eighty years. A chimney with smoke coming out of it starts to read differently once you know that.

Apparently a 'tropeiro' was someone who drove mule trains loaded with goods across southern Brazil, back before there were roads built for anything faster than a hoof.

It's by a Rotterdam studio that's better known for stranger stuff — they once declared a bit of harbour land their own free state, and they make furniture and rooms shaped like insides of bodies. Funnel-headed figures turn up more than once in what they do, going by what I could find.

I couldn't find much written about this one at all. The three lots of material look like the point — one that'd rot, one that'd shift, one that'd still be sitting there in a century — which would explain the title. It comes out of the same county-wide scheme as a lot of sculpture up there: put outdoors, next to roads, where people who weren't looking for it run into it anyway.