Here is an interesting piece that I took a picture of nearly a year ago. It's since been hit with some add-on "hate-on" tags, but it's still there. It's really near my house, so I see it all the time.
|Artist undiscernible, Remember Who You Are/Fuck You Dick, paint on brick.|
We've basically got a face floating in space along with various boxes of matches and other prisms. I think the artist may have been tripping out on the Surrealist school and got an idea for this. I think the treatment of intergalactic space is SO great on this thing. There's also this galactic cloud or aurora kind of thing going on here too, not just splatter-stars.
Here's a detail. Rather than just paint the door like the rest, the artist created an open doorway. Cool no? Some would call this a very ironic, postmodern treatment.
You can find this on the side of a beauty shop at the corner of Santa Monica and Heliotrope. That brick building has been many things over the years. I most remember it as a laundromat when I was a kid in the 60s-70s, and it had a big ol' "FREE DRY" painted where this mural is now.
Painting "dark" murals like this always catches the eye when they're new, but they do fade a LOT over time. This one has held up pretty well. I'll try to snap a catch-up photo this weekend and add onto this page so that we can see the progression. I did not capture a context shot last year. This is not the most inspired or well-crafted mural of the East Hollywood bailiwick, but I like it because it shows some of the range of expression we've got here.
AND NOW BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED SEASCAPE:
Time of this photo is 10:15 AM; we were called into a large staff meeting for a couple of hours. So here's what it looks like at the coast today. A bit hazy, but basically clear blue skies today.
Gotta pay the rent, so enjoy your Thursday.