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Today I pass a personal milestone . . . er, year stone, so the editors in Tugster Tower allow me to veer off topic . . . first, to muse about the effect of picking up a camera and navigating life with it. While I mostly photograph “sixth boro … and beyond” things that float, getting to and returning from the waters, sometimes I see other surfaces that beckon. I love murals, especially. That’s what these are.
First, I’d like to commend Monir’s Deli for a really smart mural. I’ve never a sandwich from Monir, but the references in this strange assemblage of images compel me one of these days to stop by. The mural also shows up in this profile of my neighborhood. Yes, this is NYC . . .
Ditto. Monir is in Queens, and Sofia’s on Staten Island. I wonder who painted this first woman in a cocktail glass. And where, when? As with Monir’s place, I should stop by Sofia’s one of these days.
This mural was in Harrisburg PA. I’m not sure what the reference is, but it was s a warm image on a cold day.
The rest here come from Bushwick Brooklyn. The area at the head of Newtown Creek is certainly worth a visit. Tagster 5 was based on a walk around there.
I find the one below disturbing.
Here below, I love the incongruity of ballet and boxing. This outfit suggests some choreography needs doing . . . or improvising.
This is two murals: one on the side of a truck and another behind it, painted onto the side of a building, with a sidewalk in between.
Here’s the same location shot 20′ to the left.
The chainlink fence adds a layer here.
And finally, the figure in the pigtails appears to be admiring–like me– the colorful foliage painted onto the building at the corner of Jefferson and St. Nicholas.
All photos by Will Van Dorp, taken while on the journey.
Here’s another focus for murals in the county where I grew up.
Here were previous installments of this.
These images are intriguing. They challenge the brain. Have I seen these before somewhere?
In a dream maybe?
These are on a building near the midtown cruise terminal.
But here . . . recognize these on a building along the major avenue?
They conjure up historical Assyrians passing laws?
And this, a pensive monster or a befuddled one?
What context is there for a fragmented horse and human?
What provokes a playful crow and evolved wolf reading about fig or olive branches, or is it something else like an herb in a cookbook?
It’s all surely not comprehensible but
the animals in both places
command attention. They may be shards of a half-remembered nightmare, or
parts of an undiscovered heritage.
Photos of a repositioning from NYC to Chicago by Will Van Dorp.
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