Art - The Streets

I Cannot Imagine This Mural Was Knowingly Approved By Anyone at City Hall

There's a new mural in progress by the Dolores Park footbridge with subject matter breaking new ground in the world of San Francisco murals: busty worms, dead smiley faces, and a penis smoking a joint.  Either this is one of the most elaborate pieces of graffiti I've seen in the park, or someone pulled one over on the Department of Rec. and Park and got a this phallic trip approved.  Regardless, I'm sure we can look forward to some neighborhood rage aimed at getting this removed.

I Have Returned From The Rapture to Bring You 'Sweet Pics' of Venezuelan Graffiti

Despite having one of the highest literacy rates in the region, this muralist apparently don't know how to spell “Iraq.” Spotted in Caracas' Capitolio district, pic lifted from here, as mine didn't come out.

When I heard that a walking gravestone out of Oakland had predicted The Rapture for May 21st, I figured it would be wise to get the hell outta San Francisco (which surely would burn) and make my way to the divine nation of Venezuela. Sure, there was a 99.99% chance The Rapture was going to be bullshit (I know nothing about statistics), but there was a very small chance that a whole mess of people I don't care much for would ascend to the Heavens and I would be forced to spend my final days doing formerly-controlled substances, taking the Lord's name in vain, financing abortions and all that good stuff heathens enjoy until we all burned one October morning, never knowing if the Giants could pull off a second championship.  I figured that time might as well be spent in South America.

Anyway, there's a lot I could say about Venezuela and its socialist oil dictatorship. Never once did I see someone beg for money, I only spotted a handful of homeless people throughout my travels, it costs $00.0625 USD to ride the subway (which runs more frequently and more reliably than San Francisco's offerings), there was very little visibility from Coca-Cola (but Pepsi was all over the place), their Four Loko ripoffs continue to be legal (and disgusting), and the relative lack of McDonald's and other American fast-food chains would make our City Hall enraged with jealously.  That said, there's no good vegan food down there (outrage!), Caracas is among the dirtiest places I've ever been, the corruption is apparent as soon as you walk off the plane, and once you're in the country, everyone who can get their hands on you will fleece you for cash when you try to leave.

Venezuelans think highly of your Google desk job.

Beautiful sunsets and having to hand over money to seven motherfuckers just to exit the country aside, perhaps one of the more interesting aspects of Venezuela's government and culture was its propaganda (which, regrettably, I did not photograph very much of). Advertisements toting the benefits of socialism line major transportation hubs, billboards announcing the repair of a bridge or repaving of a highway are dominated by Hugo's face and proclimations that these repairs are a byproduct of socialism, and government-sponsored murals celebrating socialism and deriding the United States decorate capital buildings and subway stations. The friendly, cultural murals of San Francisco these are not: Caracas murals depict the beheading of Hillary Clinton, glorify revolutionary figures, and give props to the government and symbols of Venezuelan nationalism.

Bellas Artes Metro station, Caracas.

On the flip, the city is also littered with pro- and anti-government tags. Seemingly every phone booth in the capital has some disparaging comment about Chavez in it. One block will be covered in tags celebrating Castro, Che, the Cuban Revolution, Venezuelan socialism, and the hammer and sickle, while the next block will have a building-long rant against Chavez.  Others take their messages to walls lined with security cameras and topped with electric fences that protect foreign embassies and the rich from the world around them:

Hugo holding up a can of revolutionary spray paint, with the words “Chavez is a pussy” (translated) above it.

And, if case you were wondering, not every mural is politics and a depiction of Obama at a nuclear SantaCon:

My hair is a bird, and so are my clothes

 

This unsual piece was added to the side of K&H Liquors on the wall next to Arinell Pizza. Perhaps it's an homage to the Nic Cage “your argument is invalid” meme, but taken to the extreme with the hairbird consisting of the woman's clothes as well. Or perhaps it's a representation of the spirit who stole the ATM that was once at this very spot on the wall. No one will ever know.

Back to Basics

After seeing all these “die hipster scum” and “kill yuppies” tags around the Mission over the last few years, it is a refreshing change to see graffiti artists who don't paint with contrasting colors building consensus and bringing it back to the good olde days of hating hippies. Opinions may be split on our thoughts of hoodies, questionable tattoos, bad haircuts, and the public consumption of PBR, but I am sure we can all agree that Dolores Park drum circles are a dreadful development of late.

George Washington Cannot Tell A Lie

George Washington must have made a lousy husband! But seriously; this was spotted at Stonestown, and the folks from nearby SF State with their liberal history classes know better than to believe such childish legends about the founding fathers. Washington was a politician, and telling the truth is one thing politicians aren't known for.  No, if Washington said your butt looked big, it's probably because he'd spent all day powderig his wig so he could look nice and the LEAST you could do was find some pants that didn't look awful on you, or maybe, you know, bother going to the gym once and a while. Gosh.

Spotted by Gatita at the Stonestown Muni Metro platform.

Documenting the Painting of ROA's Sea Lions

ROA part III from Spencer Keeton Cunningham on Vimeo.

This recent video documents the recent painting of a trio of three-story-tall sea lions by ROA in the Mission. It shows the softer side of ROA: ROA the fingerpainter, ROA the artist concerned for children's eyes, ROA the artist who is not too busy for the toothless crazy man. A true man of integrity.

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