Here’s a few new pieces that caught my eye in the always-changing set of murals in Clarion Alley:
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Finally, a street art mural of the Simpsons that’s as blurry as my memories of a time when the show was still funny.
UPDATE: The Simpsons have now come into focus.
(Spotted in Clarion Alley.)
Lately Clarion Alley has been hit by wave after wave of vandalism. Yes, this is why we can’t have nice things.
I’ve been curious as to how long it’d take before the wonderful Lone Star Swan mural would get defaced, and unfortunately I now have the answer. Over the past few days, some piece of human shit came in and spray painted their fucking tag all over the entire mural.
Taggers are like dogs that use spray paint to mark their territory instead of urine. At least piss washes off, a fact that places taggers a few steps below dogs in the intelligence ladder.
If you taggers insist on ruining art, at least have the decency to replace it with something meaningful. Perhaps a new piece, or some kind of social commentary? For fuck’s sake, it’s not that hard to add value instead of just shitting on other people’s work. Grow up.
I noticed this sad handwritten letter stuck to the side of a building on Clarion Alley the other day. It reads:
My friend died last night. He was stabbed twice in the heart. He was dead before the abulence (sic) arrived. His name was Sol. He had an interview for admission to an art school today. he was talented. he was nice. He was selfless. he was tortured. He was loved. He loved. He had many friends. He is missed.
♥ friend of Sol #1
This new mini-piece on Clarion Alley shows Raphael of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles complaining about gentrification to a man with a rather unusual tongue condition.
Gentrification, according to this mural, is embodied by ice cream, condos, and “another boutique.” Who knew that food, shelter, and retail were to blame? Apparently can battle gentrification by starving ourselves and sleeping on the street — it’s that simple!
Of course, Raphael has more reason to complain than the rest of us; the city has been busily ripping out his home (i.e. the sewers) and replacing them with newer sewers, which one assumes are not protected by rent control.
Today’s youth know only of the Smurf’s wild adventures with Neil Patrick Harris in NYC. They’re too soft to be told stories of Smurf-on-Smurf gang violence that broke out over the only Smurf female. Those were tough times in Smurf Village.
In reality, the young children I saw wandering down Clarion Alley with their parents were learning all kinds of life lessons about human excrement, public urination, and alcoholism. I don’t think they even noticed Gangster Smurf.
Sometimes I walk through Clarion Alley just to look. It’s not that I don’t want to take photos of the murals, it’s just that I don’t want to be so cliche. But today I decided to take some photos in spite of my own unoriginality, and you’re looking at the result.
These are the newest murals, etc. that caught my attention.