okay, here we go…

so, onward i walked and walked. i saw a bit of graffiti that said, “seek.” and, i did as instructed. i sought whatever i could find, capture, and bring back with me as pixeler artifacts…documents of my day…my perfectly, glorious, art-filled, second-half of my day…my lucky, chartreuse boxers day.

i found murals that had, upon closer inspection, hidden treasures inside…bits of random writing, pieces of stickers, bits of fabric, and even something purported to be human blood, sacrificed for the work.

one of my random favorite pieces was, “je suis charlie,” a reaction to the hebdo massacre in paris. when he first caught my eye, i thought that the little guy was a field mouse, but upon closer inspection…he was actually a “bun.” “i am charlie,” for being such a tiny piece of an enormous wall, spoke to me from across the street and half a block over. the piece reminded me also, of my dear friend, that lives in paris. i thought that she might like the sentiment. 

another of my random favorite pieces, of the same mural actually, was the one that i entitled, “tony the tiger or petunia the pussy.” i loved it, because it’s absolutely flat, completely lacking dimension. it’s coloring, however, caused quite a visual stir. there was no way to walk down the street and not see the piece, it demanded recognition…and, rightly so. one of my favorite elements of the feline, was it’s nails/claws…they were all random, pointy, straight lines, and i imagined a real feline having the same appendages and got a really, interesting, mental image.

i loved the memorial to, “smiling ryan.” “childhood cancer is the real boogie man.” i enjoyed the random panels with everyday people’s faces on them. they were fun and quirky, lightening up the heavier memorial subject matter. the “handmade heart,” was visually stunning and popped right out at me.

i saw two pieces that i didn’t care for personally, but still photographed. “there she is art,” a seemingly medusa-like head inside of a crystal ball, was one of the pieces. the other piece was right next to it, “weird floral thing.” in my opinion, the pieces just seemed to interrupt the nice flow, that the rest of the wall had to it.

as i made my way around the corner of the building, i looked down and nearly fell on my ass. i saw something out of the corner of my eye, it looked precious, and i didn’t want to crush it. once i re-established my balance and took a closer look…i was delighted to see a school of delicate, beautiful koi…swimming around and away from the sewer drains. they made my heart smile.

as i made my way along the back of the building, i was amazed by some parts of the huge mural that covered it. they were the elements that i shot close-ups of…”rattler,” “chief,” and “prey.” those pieces really popped out at me and captured my attention…especially, “chief,” on his horse, ready to charge.

okay, one of my very favorite pieces, was actually on the side of a dumpster. it was my very favorite president of all-time (i was five and i remember watching him resign the presidency…and, i sat on the floor, in front of our black and white television set, just bawling…my mom told me that i was inconsolable and just kept repeating, “…it’s so sad.” go figure.). the piece, “friendship and freedom forever,” really gave me a chuckle.

josephine skaught hairdressing had by far the coolest giant, neon, scissors sign, that i’ve ever seen. it was awesome!! i was thinking about how much i’d like to come back and see it at night. i took my shot and started to walk away, when something wonderfully sardonic caught my eye. a piece of 80’s, lyrical history adorned the top portion of the window in neon…a simple, memorable phrase, “hairdresser on fire.” it was enough to make, morrissey, himself smile. (i looked to see if they had a, “girlfriend in a coma,” sign, but i didn’t see one anywhere…).

and, there you have it…

sloby sirloin steak – las vegas, nv – february 28, 2017

A post shared by K W (@sprockets111) on

yesterday (technically, part four)…

i was having a great time…i thought about nothing else and no one else…i just thought about what was in front of me and how to make it translate to others, in the way that i saw it. there are a lot more photos, but i have to work on them still. this is the last batch for tonight.

yesterday (technically, part two)…

yesterday was two completely different stories actually. i will begin with the light, bright, colorful, super-duper happy one. so anyway, i guess that we should technically call this, “yesterday, part two.”

after, “yesterday, part one,” i decided to do something that would feed my spirit and amplify my level of joy. so (speaking to my phone), i said, “okay google, take me to the arts district.” and she replied,”okay, i am calculating the fastest route.”

very quickly, i came upon the most wondrous and beautiful sight, to my right…the holsum bread building…so many, beautiful words, with different typography, and brilliant, neon colors. that was how i felt about it in the daylight…i would probably come undone, to see it at night, all aglow. however, i wasn’t prepared to stop and didn’t get a shot.

the holsum bread building – this is not my shot

so, my gps gal directed me to make a left onto art way. i did. then, she instructed me to do something that i didn’t want to do, so, i dismissed her. all i could see were cacti, a beautiful row of cacti and next to the cacti…there was art and free parking. i spun around in a circle and saw something wonderful, at each degree. i made the crv honk and set out on foot.

after ogling the cacti, i walked to the street corner of casino center drive and art way. there i found an interesting, triad of pieces by guerrilla artz. it was comprised of a heart, a rooster (that i wanted to make my own), and a facial abstraction. i took a photo of the streetsign and intersection. then, i spied an electrical box, also by guerrilla artz…a face, with red lips.

as i walked back past the cacti and retraced my footsteps, i saw a little stencil art/sidewalk art on the ground. it said simply, “protect yo heart.” and, in that moment that statement resonated with my soul. it was something that marinated within me all day. 

i came to the conclusion that physically i’m doing everything that i can to protect my heart…medication, diet, exercise, meditation, and therapy. but emotionally, i’ve been quite careless with my heart. throwing it at people, who don’t want it/don’t deserve it, and begging them to take it. however, i’m working on ways to protect my heart, without it becoming jaded, cold, or losing it’s special-ness.

as i walked along, i saw a bar called, “artifice.” i loved the cartoony portraiture signs, coupled with the retro-stylized neon. i wished that it would have been nighttime, so i could’ve seen it, but i’ll go back. next door to “artifice,” was a theatre, and the arts square. across the street, was the “downtown crown,” the “donation station to end homelessness,” and “the arts factory.”