Arthur Desillier created a pleasant environment in his otherwise bleak existence. With a meager social security check augmented by cash earned from recycling aluminum cans, and surrounded by neighbors whose behavior he deplored, Desillier made another world for himself. He said, “It is my idea to make a different place.” Throughout his old house were odd assemblages of debris, including shells, sticks, seaweed and corks, glued onto beach sand-covered boards. These pieces were without motif or message; they were anti-art, if in fact art was a concern. He has also made large, geographically oriented dioramas showing highways and mountain roads that heighten a sense of traveling or passing through. When his home was condemned Desillier unceremoniously carted all his creations to a Salvation Army thrift store. Just the essentials would fit into the room he moved into in a boarding house.