Tuesday, April 27, 2010

I like the new mural on Market, downtown. I kept thinking it wasn't done, and I liked it in process. But now I realize maybe it is done, and I like it.

Boards on a storefront that's been closed a long time. Or maybe boards on several storefronts. They've been painted, the boards, to make a grey background, sometimes, and a white background, sometimes.

Animals are painted on the white, in detail, in color--kangaroo rat, great horned owl, red-shouldered hawk, grey fox, mule deer. Not seen much in downtown San Francisco, though raptors do sometimes soar.

Buildings are sketched on the white near the animals, not in detail, in broad black lines.

The animals and buildings are not in scale with each other. The animals are about the same size as the buildings, which makes the animals look big and the buildings look smaller.

The buildings sketched are like many of the buildings right around there--straightforward, functional 1940's and 1950's buildins, older buildins with froo-froo in stone or molded cement.

The building the mural is on has, along its top edge, scroll-like decorations. Each one is the same. They are like a skinny scroll going up and down and with one end unscrolling in one direction and the other end scrolling in the other. Scroll, scroll all along the top of the building.

One of those scrolls is painted, sketched at each end of the mural, big. As big as some of the buildings, some of the animals.

The red tailed hawk seems to soar above it all, above what it there now and what was, maybe, there once, soars above the present and the possible.

I think that's what it's like, partly, with you and your office building. You do your job, as your bosses understand your job, well, and you also soar above, looking down with clear, long vision. Raptors do that and look for yummy rodents.

You soar above and look for places where healing can happen, with some fast, smart, subtle help. You see such a place, and whoosh!

People's live become less sketchy, more three-D. They become more the whole animal-soul they were meant to be. In the midst of the humdrum and the squabble of routine someone is different and better off, more accurately themselves.

That must happen a lot in many places, with the whoosh of many different people wise love, or we the people of the planet would be in even more agony than we are now.

At the top of part of the mural are sketchy connecting wtih each other white lines on grey that might be spider-webs, might be gems. Whatever they are, it feels like they are rolling along, together to someplace good. What's valuable?

--The mural on the south side of Market, between Fifth and Sixth, closer to Fifth, and has no visible street number. The artists are Leanne C. Miller & Helen Bayly. the mural is called "Find Yourself in Natural History."