Art Outside

Dear Liza,

Portland is a very big city. There are 645,000 (that’s double Salinas), just in the city, with a few million more living in the suburbs and smaller surrounding towns. Many of those people are talented artists.

And there are only so many art galleries, museums, and shops. All the art just won’t fit inside.

So quite a bit of it is outside. This is great! You don’t have to pay to see it, or even go out of your way. It is right there on the way to store or whizzing by the bus window.

When I talk about Art Outside, I distinguish between street art, which takes planning, care and talent, and graffiti, which just takes a can of spray paint. Graffiti people, who call themselves “taggers” usually have a signature set of letters that they spray wherever they can reach, like a kid writing their name on the wall.

To me, this isn’t art. It is vandalism. People spend their time and money to cover up the graffiti, or wash it off. Art outside is a perfect reflection of people’s ability to make their world better, or worse.

Graffiti spoiling a Gary Hirsch mural

I love returning to a neighborhood after a few months and seeing a new mural. “How long has that been here? It’s so cool!”

And while you are here, we’ll see plenty.

Love,

Grandma Judy

Lousy, Mean Taggers!

Dear Liza,

Sometimes, people make me so mad! You remember a few months ago, I told you about the wonderful new mural that Gary Hirsch painted on the outside of SideStreet Arts Gallery?

Mural, before tagging

Well yesterday, in broad daylight, some mean people came by with cans of spray paint and wrote graffiti (this is called “tagging”) right on the mural!

After tagging…

Auntie Bridgett called the police to report it, and then called Gary Hirsch. He said he has a special solvent to clean the black paint off with.

And another bit…

He also said that it would help if we could go give it a scrub with dry towels first, to let it look less awful and let the cleaner work faster.

Auntie Bridgett really, really hates graffiti!

We gathered some rags, headed over, and started scrubbing. Nice folks walking past told us we were doing a good job, and stopped to ask who did the mural and how it got tagged, and what a shame it was that people ruined things for no reason.

Denise, scrubbing!
Me, scrubbing…

Denise, who is a member of the gallery (like Auntie Bridgett) came to do her turn running it, and stepped out to scrub for a while. Michael Pratt, who owns the building, came out and helped, too. With eight arms, we made good progress! The parts that we couldn’t clean needed the protective varnish. I hope Gary’s solvent can help.

Auntie Bridgett and Michael

We imagined ourselves as an anti-graffiti octopus, making the world better eight arms at a time! Good company makes even the hardest jobs easier.

The mural after cleaning!

Love,

Grandma Judy