...when the only ART there was not ART the COP.

Virtually nothing is known about the early artists who lived in the caves circa 1970, there aren’t a lot of monuments erected to most of ‘em. If there were, most of them were destroyed by the pillaging hordes of de-developers pushed east due to the onslaught of civilisation embracing at least some of Tampa.. The talent here then was absolutely astounding.  Painters, poets, writers, photographers, ceramists, printmakers, sculptors, musicians, actors, mimes, magicians, glassmakers and a big old goofy guy named FRANK who wore a straw hat and smoked cigars just a little smaller than the state of Connecticut. We had a big annual event where we invited a coupla thousand of our best friends, called the ARTISTS and WRITERS BALL that somehow morphed into GREEDYWEEN. When GREEDYWEEN first started, most of us locals hid in the vast underground cave system under the streets of YBOR and painted graffiti on the walls to give archeologists something to do in the future. The YBORITES, as is so often the case with lost peoples, is scattered to the winds of time but our impact on the world is just beginning to come to fruition.  If life is music, we lived a symphony.

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