The back of the van is gone. The front leans drunkenly forward on its bumper. The engine has migrated across the lawn to the OTHER van on blocks. I thought that perhaps it was seeking a new host, and James finally went out and asked what in the name of bunnies was up, and had a pleasant conversation with the neighbors, wherein it was revealed that the van is going to have a motley afterlife.
The back bed is, indeed, being carved into a trailer of some sort (one hopes they take off the door frames in the process.)
The engine will be put in the other van. (This counts as seeking a new host, right?)
The front end will eventually reach the junkyard.
Alas, no outsider art. James did ask about the possibility of outdoor sculpture, but ‘pears it’s not to be.
Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted.