A Man Named Pearl

There’s not much to see in tiny Bishopville, S.C. — until you come upon the yard of Pearl Fryar. A three-acre dreamscape of abstract topiary designs, Mr. Fryar’s yard is the town’s pride and its owner’s obsession. With no training other than a three-minute demonstration from a local hardware store, Mr. Fryar rescued discarded plants from the town nursery and painstakingly molded them into mind-boggling [...] Vai alla recensione »

In 1976, when Pearl Fryar and his wife moved to tiny Bishopville, S.C., a prospective neighbor asserted, "black people don't keep up their yards." The Fryars settled in a more "welcoming" part of town and proved the bigots wrong in a way that gave "ironic" new meaning. Without formal training -- just passion, energy and discards from the local nursery -- Pearl began sculpting his acreage into a dazzling [...] Vai alla recensione »