As we arrive at this distant place of so-called abandonment, I see that it is very much inhabited. What was once used as a landfill for the city’s refuse is now an anarchic artist studio. As we climb atop the split concrete boulders I think: “is that art, or does someone live there? Am I exploring art or disturbing someone?” Around the bend a cop car patrols slowly yet pays us no mind, so we carry on, trekking through the bushes, flowers and rocks. Rebar grows from the rubble like weeds. It’s a beautiful wasteland. The waves crash on the wrecked concrete drawing my attention to the larger than life sculptures. Rebar and other scraps and welded together to form human shapes along the shoreline, there is a square concrete mold painted to mimic a rubix cube. As we hop rock to rock, more art appears and it is difficult to decipher whether this is a public art space or the residence of a group of misfits. Perhaps they are one in the same.