I left San Francisco just as Banksky fever was at it's peak on Valencia Street. 2 miles south, under the cover of night in a place known as "murder park", a few friends and I installed the trees as a labor intensive, physically impractical, and distinctly feminine answer to the tag.
This piece has enjoyed an interesting lifespan since its original conception in 2008, and it seemed that to be put out to pasture was a natural progression.
I set off in a station wagon for the east coast 5 days later, and have no news on the state of this installation.