A wise old owl sat in an oak The more she heard, the less she spoke The less she spoke, the more she heard Why aren’t we all like that wise old bird?
(Probably because most of us would rather not be socially awkward.) Anyway, in this case it’s actually “The more she saw.” Still feeling withdrawn and quiet.
I’ve been delighted to watch the following unfold for the last month. Two blocks from our house at the corner of Haight and Laguna and on the foundation wall of the old orphan’s asylum (and more recently an extension of UC Berkeley), some of my favorite Lower Haight artists have been putting in a street art installation, waking up an ugly little corner. For almost the length of a block, wrapping around the corner, are multiple murals, flowing one into the next. If you are a local, you may be familiar with the feel of the art from Upper Playground or the side of Lower HatersOr, if you are a shoe gazer, most likely you have found yourself splashing through a koi pond for a few sidewalk squares. I love the different styles of the more prolific artists in my neighborhood. Something of an edgy hybridization of animal instinct and nature in urbanity, post post post modern. No matter how many times I have seen the images, everytime there is a *POP* as a light turns on in an otherwise under-used room in my soul.
In other words, I really like it, and so I want to share. Enjoy.
There are more great pics and articles on the mural over at haighteration.