08-JUL-2007
Mexican restaurant, Denver, Colorado, 2007
This mural, painted on the outside of a colorfully painted Mexican restaurant, is a fantasy speaking of an idyllic culture and place. An Aztec altarpiece, a dancer in flowing pink dress, the inevitable guitar player wearing a sombrero, and even an Aztec temple, lure prospective diners to the pleasures of a Mexican dinner. The reality, however, is expressed in the bike rack just below it. I made this image early on a Sunday morning, and its hard-pressed workers arrive by bicycle, not by car. Each bike is shackled to steel bars embedded in concrete.
08-JUL-2007
Alley, Denver, Colorado, 2007
This neighborhood has deteriorated, its alleys filled with potholes and lined with graffiti. I built this image around a graphic shout from a wall that is repeated in the puddles below it. The wall is layered in graffiti, while the puddles below it are deeply shadowed, abstracting the reflections within them, and lowering the bold shout to a distressed murmur. Nobody appears to be looking or listening. The urban decay continues.
07-JUL-2007
Requiem, Denver, Colorado, 2007
A huge photograph of an American Indian chief looms over the Denver Cultural Center.
It is several stories high, and can be seen at a great distance. It is intended to draw visitors to a local museum, yet to me it speaks more forcefully as a requiem – a token of remembrance for culture that has virtually been exterminated. I framed the photograph of this long dead chief in shadowy leaves -- an incongruous symbol of hope and life.
24-FEB-2007
Visitors Center, Manzanar National Historic Site, California, 2007
In 1942, the great documentary photographer Dorthea Lange made an image of a tattered flag flying over the relocation center were 11,000 Japanese-Americans were forcibly interned during World War II. Today, that image has been made into an enormous mural, and it bears the names of all of those who suffered here. It stands in the great hall of the US National Park Service's Visitor Center. I moved in to remove other exhibits from the fame, used a camera with a 28mm wideangle lens to embrace as much of the display as I could. Since the photomural and names are black and white, I converted the image itself to black and white as well, a medium that offers a good sense of the era. It is a wall that speaks volumes about an embarrassing chapter in American history.
19-FEB-2007
Abandoned gas station, Death Valley Junction, California, 2007
This faded sign is a reminder of DeathValley’s isolation. I felt the wear and tear on the sign tells a story about the wear and tear of the place. I include the uneven edge of the wall holding the message as context. The colors also tell a story – Death Valley is a uniquely American place. There is nothing quite like it anywhere in the world. The sign is painted in red and blue on a white background – the national colors.
24-DEC-2006
Hotel lobby, Marrakesh, Morocco, 2006
Visitors to Marrakesh relax in a hotel lobby after a day of shopping. I made this image because of the mural on the wall behind them. Incongruously, they take no notice of the mural, but we do – it is surreal, an artist’s interpretation of the gardens of Old Marrakesh. It speaks of tradition, elegance and the future – its trees are tiny, dwarfed by the huge columns that surround them and its checkerboard floor draws the eye through them.
23-SEP-2006
Faded sign, Green River, Utah, 2006
Old signs that tenaciously cling to the bricks and boards of abandoned buildings make wonderful subjects. This sign was on the side of a boarded up building on a Green River side street. I abstract the sign, asking the viewer to read the fragments and come to their own conclusions about what was once going on here. Actually the sign that speaks to us here represents the hard playing, hard drinking, and hard smoking male of the early 20th century. This was a billiard parlor, and it offered all that came along with a good game of pool. The sign has turned a coppery color, and I include four of the metal stars inserted in the bricks to keep the wall intact. They have obviously done their job.
28-SEP-2006
Main Street, Gardiner, Montana, 2006
Gardiner sits on the Wyoming/Montana border and acts as the Northern gateway to Yellowstone National Park. Its main street offers visitors provisions, tours, rafting and fishing trips, horseback rides and gifts of all kinds. The young man who carries his tub of laundry past these screaming walls seems oblivious to all of it. I like the two flags that I was able to work into the composition at opposite ends of the diagonal that runs through the image. One says its store is “open” and the other is the American flag. Both of them are red, white and blue, and every sign in the picture uses at least one of those colors in its message.
19-SEP-2006
Photo Shop, Kanab, Utah, 2006
The exterior wall of what once was the Kanab Hotel speaks to every photographer. It embraces, accidentally or on purpose, the entire history of the medium. At left, a window ad for a portrait studio portrays the process as it was done in the 19th century. Meanwhile, the sign at right signals the presence of a Photo Shop. Needless to say, most 21st century photographers would read that as Photoshop.
25-SEP-2006
Landmark, Logan, Utah, 2006
One of the most photographed barns in Utah is just outside of Logan. It still bears an ad for a product that saw its best days about 100 years ago. I enjoyed linking the incongruity of the message to the context of landscape photography. I linked the shape of peaked roof of the barn to the rhythmic lines of the repeating depressions on the slopes just behind and to the right. I also liked the bright red frame of the shed next door – symbolizing two eras of farming. In other words, I made this image as I would make a serious landscape photograph. Yet the words on the wall have nothing at all to do with landscape photography, and thus become incongruous and even more amusing.
07-AUG-2006
Poster wall, Soho, New York City, 2006
Soho is an eclectic recycled New York neighborhood. (Its name is an acronym for “SOuth of HOuston Street.”) It was formerly known as “Hells Hundred Acres” – a warren of early 20th Century sweatshops. It was gentrified in the 60s and 70s and today is known for its shops, galleries, antiques, and lofts that sell for millions. Not to mention entertainment. The walls of its buildings are plastered with posters advertising pleasures that range from listening to music to watching murder. It is appropriate that this pair of young wall readers are dressed largely in black – they seem to blend in to the posters and become absorbed by them visually as they are verbally. I compose this image as a series of layers, starting with a No Parking sign in the foreground with a pair of bikes locked to it, as my anchor. The pair of wall readers in the second layer echoes the pair of bikes in the first layer. The posters themselves make up the third layer – most of them requiring a context that goes far beyond my own in order to understand what they are promoting. (As my own kids would be quick to tell me, “It’s not meant for you, dad.”) A fourth layer is a bit grittier – a huge graffiti signature is painted on the wall partially behind the posters. The fifth and final layer is the old brick wall itself – a surface supporting the posters, the graffiti, and even an air conditioner that has bars over it to keep it from being stolen.
10-JUL-2006
The Westerner, Winslow, Arizona, 2006
One of many budget motels that once lined US Route 66 in downtown Winslow, the Westerner has seen better days, but it still manages to hang on. I was stuck by the incongruous messages coming at me from its walls. Its marquee is in disarray – letters are missing and it makes little sense. Yet nobody has fixed it in years. What this hotel seems to be saying is that the guests who stay here don’t really need to read a marquee. They probably already know what it costs to stay there, and what the place offers them. Another message speaks of its very clean environment. The state of its cleanliness must be a relative term. The sign itself is rusting and the building that supports is in need of a paint job. The final incongruous touch that makes this wall speak so eloquently is the cowboy hat, complete with a drooping wire. The old west is no more. It is a fantasy, a place of dreams. I am not sure that this motel ever could have offered its visitors the authentic old west.