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2017 in Review: Photos of Murals Seen in My Travels

2017 in Review: Photos of Murals Seen in My Travels

Wantagh, NY

Kenny Scharf  | Krino’s Foods – Bronx, NY | Original Post

Troy, NY | Original Post

Barstow, CA

Beacon, NY

Grafton, WV

Wilton, PA | Original Post

Coudersport, PA | Original Post

Buckhannon, West Virginia

Hamptons Gas Station | Original Post

Boothbay Harbor, Maine

Wilton, PA | Original Post

Coney Island, NY | Original Post

2017 in Review Round-Ups

Kenny Scharf Public Art Mural – The Bronx, NY

Kenny Scharf Public Art Mural – The Bronx, NY

On my way out to Pennsylvania on Sunday, I made a pitstop to finally see the Kenny Scharf art wall that decorates the Third Avenue side of Krinos Foods in the Bronx. I’ve seen glimpses of it in passing dozens of times from the Cross Bronx Expressway. And each of them I said to myself I have to get down there and check it out!

Early on Sunday morning was a great time to stop in. With few people around, I was able to park and walk around freely without having to wait for cars or foot traffic to snap some pictures.

If you’re in the neighborhood, it’s worth a stop. Here are a few snaps:


Krinos Foods
1750 Bathgate Ave
Bronx, NY 10457

Hopper’s House by the Railroad

Hopper’s House by the Railroad

My attention operates with cyclical obsession. An idea will blow in on the breeze and lodge itself firmly in my mind. It’ll then go about the business of devouring my thoughts until it uses them up and moves on, leaving space for the next obsession to move in.

Art has been a persistent interest in my life. The magnitude of my attention to it waxes and wanes but never goes away. Over the last six months, I’ve had a keen interest in the imagery created by American artist, Edward Hopper. His name, first whispered into my ear while growing up in Rockland County, NY not far from where Hopper himself grew up.

A few weeks ago, I posted about eating breakfast at the filling station on 9W. It has been suggested that the building was the inspiration of Hopper’s “Gas.” This painting tickles some part of my brain that I cannot seem to sufficiently articulate with words. Looking at it creates an actual sensation, a feeling of longing, of melancholy and nostalgia. I can feel the scene of the painting as if I’d experienced it first hand. It is like a photograph I’ve taken myself.

Recently, I read an article about a how Hopper’s 1925 House by the Railroad served as an inspiration for the facade of the Bates House in Hitchcock’s Psycho.

In Haverstraw, The House That Inspired Hitchcock

Throughout my life, I’ve passed the house that Hopper painted many times. But, I never had a frame of reference that called its existence to my attention. Now, I cannot escape the feeling of wanting to go and see it, see it with purpose. I’ve got a pin on my Google map that keeps calling my name.

With the idea-seed planted by Hopper’s painting, I had to see the house for myself. Part of me was expecting to have a deep and resonating experience when I laid eyes on it. But, I confess, I did not. What I experience with his painting is far more moving. Perhaps that is the true testament of a great artist – the ability to make you see or feel something where your own eyes would not.

Think of all of the things in our world that we’re missing out on, that we glide right by. So many wonderful things are hiding in plain sight, just waiting for us to wake to them.

Last week I received a copy of Gail Levin’s Hopper’s Places. In it, the author creates a catalog of photographs of the actual locations that served as an inspiration to some of the artist’s works. It is important to note that while he is a realist painter, he did take liberties, in particular with the surrounding environs and eliminating the presence of people throughout his work. You can see evidence of that with the House by the Railroad.

Introverted Hopper’s painting are like postcards from places I’ve never been but I feel like I know well.

To me the most important thing is the sense of going on. You know how beautiful things are when you’re traveling.”

-Edward Hopper

Walking With Ghosts in The Desert

Walking With Ghosts in The Desert

The Goldwell Open Air Museum sits just outside of the northeastern entrance of Death Valley and at the edge of the ghost town of Rhyolite, Nevada. I’d seen photos of the sculptures that grace the grounds many times online. But, seeing the ghostly shapes of Albert Szukalski’s pieces in person caused a visceral reaction – somewhere deep inside, things felt off kilter. The figures possess a powerful and strange voodoo.

The Last Supper – Albert Szukalski

I find this figure to be particularly haunting.

What an incredible gift to have, to be able to make people feel something with your art.

A Handful of Murals Spotted in Pennsylvania

A Handful of Murals Spotted in Pennsylvania

While riding around central Pennyslvania last weekend, I saw quite a few painted murals. They’re one of my favorite things to spot when passing through smaller towns.

The town of Jersey Shore had a lovely Veterans Park. It was beautifully manicured and featured a prominent mural.

After nearly being hit by Mr. Magoo behind the wheel of a car, I spotted a cute bee painted on the side of Drabee’s in the wonderfully named town of Roulette, Pennsylvania.

I’ve heard the town pronounced as “cowders-port” by a Pennsylvanian but my brain can’t get on board with that. I always read Coudersport as “cooders-port.” Whichever way you say it, they’ve got a nice mural in their town on the corner of 3rd and Main.

The next two were both in the town of Milton, Pa. This trompe l’oeil scene was especially eye-catching and vibrant.

This mural celebrates the local Capitol theater which was lost to fire in the 1970’s.

Murals such as these are great calling cards to tell you about what a town is famous for or is proud of. They seem to help keep a neighborhood feel alive. More peace, more love, more art.

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