Wednesday, February 29, 2012

1040 Howard, between 6th and 7th.

Storefront no longer a store, with two display windows on either side of the door. All shielded by one of those security gates which makes long diamonds when closed, and it is closed a lot.

Art in the two windows. Right window has a big robot, or metal man, the size of a smallish adult but seeming large in the window. Articulated joints, like those usually smaller, usually window posing models artists use.

Metal man is surrounded by Rock Star Energy Drink cans. Empty. Many tidily in plastic crates such as milk goes to grocery stores in. Some are strewn on the floor of the window like trash.

The left window is a bit of a world that seems far from energy drink cans. It's smaller than the right window scene--the window has been painted white down to a fairly low point. The beings presented seem to be scrunched down by reality.

There's a bit of fallen tree--some branch looking thing. A bit of fallen person--a man's head with green maybe growing out of it. Maybe the head of the ancient Green Man after falling down and breaking into bits in a world without much room for Green Mythic Beings. Another head, face, looks out of a corner of the shorter window, looks desperate.

Metal that doesn't always matter chosen, again, over green that does matter and keeps us alive and mythic. Then there's no so much room for green and mythic and maybe not so much room for us.

Sylvia Townsend Warner wrote a book of stories about fairies, not cute but real and interpersonally chilly to humans, like the ones in old myths. They have many utterly believable adventures, coldish because so very not about us. Then in the last story in the book, they smell gasoline and they know they are over.