September 22, 2009. Tuesday night, haircut night. And I'm back in the East Village, close to Tompkins Square Park. High up on a signpost is this image. A bird perched on a branch, bent low and looking forward. It isn't warbling, its poised. Is it to strike, for flight, or rest? And is the dripping red as ominous as it portends and what statement is our artist making? I can't infer from what I see here. Maybe it is the expected gloom of winter coming with the first day of fall.
Showing posts with label Chelsea street art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chelsea street art. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Bird on a Wire
September 22, 2009. Tuesday night, haircut night. And I'm back in the East Village, close to Tompkins Square Park. High up on a signpost is this image. A bird perched on a branch, bent low and looking forward. It isn't warbling, its poised. Is it to strike, for flight, or rest? And is the dripping red as ominous as it portends and what statement is our artist making? I can't infer from what I see here. Maybe it is the expected gloom of winter coming with the first day of fall.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
No Idling
August 23. I am enchanted when I find something like this. A solitary figure waiting to march forward to an ancient war. A helmet that recalls a Hessian warrior. Or is it the hat of the local vicar coming out to conquer the dragon. It exists as a temporary installation, exposed to the elements that reshape it from its creator’s original intent. Pieces have worn off, or maybe the owners of the building will move to clean the surface to restore the brick. I wish it would stay this way forever.
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