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Discussion in 'Photos' started by GAS GUY, Sep 21, 2016.
great thread Gas!
Thanks Torch !
There are still many more pictures to post when I get a chance. Lot's of cool murals too.
Used to haul steel in and out of Detroit in 60's.
No murals then just a working city.
This is something different and exciting. Sometime in September, you may recall, the second annual Murals in the Market was taking place in Detroit. After making a trip down there on the GSA, a couple pictures were posted up of incomplete work. Work in progress. Well, last week another visit was made on the Road King to photograph the completed work. So now I have some before (during) and after shots to share ! This is the first one.
Remember the couple from Oakland, California that I stumbled upon down an alley, after the smell of aerosol was wafting down wind, leading me in their direction ?
Check out the amazing piece that transpired from that jumbled mess !!!
Check out the first two pictures again and you notice the eyes, mouth, and nose. At first I didn't even notice this. All the small random icons stole my focus. Incredible.
Allison Torneros, who paints under the moniker 'Hueman', grew up drawing and painting in Northern California, and received her degree in Design | Media Arts from UCLA in 2008. Whether she is creating delicate visions on canvas, or crushing massive walls with a spray can, she often draws on the human condition to create colorful mash-ups of the abstract and figurative, and the beautiful and grotesque. Hueman's unique freestyle process involves creating tightly refined compositions from a spontaneous beginning of paint splashes, drips, and sprays. Through this method she is interested in creating motion and dimension on flat, two-dimensional surfaces, and her layered works can be seen on public walls and in galleries worldwide. Her work has caught the attention of media outlets and publications such as Juxtapoz, Hi-Fructose, CNN, the History Channel, Complex, and the LA Times.
LA Times / LA Weekly / Hypebeast / Juxtapoz / Complex / Hi-Fructose / Graffiti Art Magazine (France) / NPR / Huffington Post / 12oz Prophet / Arrested Motion / Warholian / LA Canvas / Players Magazine (Italy) / Grab Magazine (Italy)
Disney / Converse / Nike / American Express / Microsoft / Revolt TV / Hyundai
Illustrators Unlimited (Gestalten, 2011)
The name "Hueman" comes from the feelings she had after starting to paint murals for the first time. In a profile in Juxtapoz, she states,"I began painting murals after a dark period in my life when I felt like there was nothing left to lose, and when I painted big for the first time, it was like a light switch turned on. Once I got out of my studio and onto the street, I was using my entire body to paint, I was talking to people, I was collaborating, I was in the sun. I felt alive again. I literally felt human. That's where the name Hueman comes from.
Artist Statement -
I am constantly seeking balance: BETWEEN THE BEAUTIFUL AND THE GROTESQUE, THE ABSTRACT AND THE FIGURATIVE, AND That GOLDEN MOMENT BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKE.
My favorite thread on here.
Sweet !! I have piles of interesting pictures to feed the thread.
And here I thought Buffalo NY was a shit hole.... and yes, I live in a suburb of Buffalo so I can say Buffalo is a shit hole.
Drove through Detroit once to buy a car-it was like I was in a rap video. Cars sitting 5 feet in the air on giant rims, people drinking out of brown bags, beautiful.
An archived post from a year or two ago -
Wasn't sure if I would get out or not today. Managed a few hour jaunt this afternoon into the somewhat apocalyptic inner city. Had the urge lately for some mural hunting. Inner city murals really speak to me. Glad to see it taking off like it is, all over the U.S., especially the blight ridden cities trying to make a rebound. Still lots of devastated area all over the city !!!
Whole blocks of inner city that look like they are out in the country due to all the houses being completely gone. Really weird and eerie. Then an occasional burnt down house in the midst of a clearing. Hard to believe, but as I stopped in front of this house, the most beautiful, large, Ring Neck Pheasant ran out from under the porch and trotted off through the grass. Talk about bizarre and out of place. Thought I was seeing things. You could be in a lush woods all day and never see such a wonderful looking bird, but a ride through the ghetto and there he is. The world really is upside down.
But, if you keep looking hard enough, eventually you come across some positive strength, and at least a glimpse of hope ........
....... and then some earth shattering and compassionate beauty !!! Sew that heart up baby !!!
As I was rolling East on Jefferson and glancing towards the river, I noticed a lighthouse out of the corner of my eye. This is one I wasn't aware of. Most of the info I find on lighthouses is on the Lighthouse Friends website and they don't list this one as I was soon to find out it is a replica of Tawas Point Lighthouse. Not sure, but it must have been built on 20 May 2004 as this is etched above the door. The Harbor is still partially frozen.
Downtown Detroit to the right of the Light and Windsor, Ontario Canada to the left and across the Detroit River.
The tallest and round building you see is the GM Renaissance Center and Detroit Marriott. You can go on a free one hour tour there during the week. The glass elevator lifts you up to the 72nd floor to a breathtaking view of the Detroit and Windsor skylines. The circular restaurant at the top offers 360 degree views.
Then I crossed the MacArthur (Belle Isle) Bridge onto the Island. The Bridge carries with it a troubled past.
A few excerpts from an article that I recently read.
If we were to consider the river a boundary to the afterworld, then the Belle Isle Bridge would be its surest crossing. And for much of the 20th century, the Belle Isle Bridge would metaphorically help people "get to the other side." Associated almost from the beginning with suicide, the bridge is an unlikely place for it, its walkway perched just 30 feet above the water's surface hardly a death dive.
And yet more than 100 people have walked onto the 2,356-foot-long bridge without stepping off either end again.
There have been several bridges to Belle Isle. The first was a cantilevered structure of wood and iron built in 1889. (The only press account of a person jumping off it was that of escape artist Harry Houdini, who leaped off it in manacles with a rope around his waist on a chilly, late-November day in 1906.) In 1915, that burned to the waterline in a great fire. A temporary bridge was constructed while today's bridge was planned, built, and finally finished eight years after the blaze. (In 1942, it was officially renamed the Douglas MacArthur Bridge, though Detroiters have an almost defiant insistence upon calling it by its original name.)
And, for generations of Detroiters, especially in the 1920s and 1930s, the bridge was literally a place to end it all. According to apocryphal accounts of the time, the river soon saw enough bodies to occasionally jam the water intakes of the factories downstream.
I took a stroll out to Sunset Point and snapped a shot of Detroit, Windsor and the Ambassador Bridge. Just this past August, we rode over that bridge around midnight, while returning to Detroit from Canada on the Lower Great Lakes 1000.
This summer may call for a return to Sunset Point to experience a sunset here and see what kind of photo can be had with the city in the backdrop. You never know.
The cold wind coming off of the river stung my face. As I walked back my hands were numb and my eyes were watering.
Here is looking back towards the Island and MacArthur Bridge from Sunset Point.
The Nancy Brown Peace Carillon on Belle Isle
The sound of the bells of Belle Isle rises up amid throngs of Canada geese. For more than 60 years, the Nancy Brown Peace Carillon has provided a lovely soundtrack to picnickers and island revelers.
The idea for a peace carillon originated with readers of Detroit News columnist Nancy Brown's Experience column, which was immensely popular at the time. She wrote with a homey, frank style that was gentle, yet firm and endeared her to her readers. She talked about everything from art to life decisions to love to religion.
In 1970, the bells of the majestic tower went quiet. Vandals who knocked out stained-glass windows at the top of the tower and pigeons destroyed the mechanism that played the songs. The city was facing a $22.5 million deficit at the time and while it was such a pleasure to so many people, John May, then-general superintendent of Detroit's Department of Parks and Recreation told the Detroit News at the time, we haven't got the money to repair it. Later on, the city found the money and restored the carillon, replacing its original musical machinery with a modern system.
Today, the carillon still chimes, but the cash-strapped city has been unable to keep up the grounds around the tower. The plant life is overgrown. Its moat is filled with trash and algae. Thieves stole one of the bas reliefs from the southern side of the tower. But the carillon plays on, even if the throngs of Canada geese are the only ones around to hear it.
Stopped in to check out the Aquarium. It has been 24 years since I have visited. This is the oldest aquarium in the United States.
Next door to the Aquarium is the oldest continually-running conservatory in the U.S.
It felt good in here at 90 degrees !! I closed my eyes and imagined it would be just like this, had I made it down to the Keys as planned.
One more stop before departing the Island. The Livingstone Lighthouse located at the North end. This is the only light in the nation constructed of marble. It was built in 1929 with private donations as a memorial to William Livingstone, who was the president of the Lakes Carriers Association from 1902 to 1925.
After parking, you must take a short walk along a path next to the Detroit River to reach it. After reaching the Livingstone Light House position, I could see another Lighthouse further out at the mouth of Lake St.Clair. One of these days I will have to visit that one also.
Then a reverse route back through Downtown and then following Michigan Avenue back to the suburbs. A short glimpse of Detroit.
Record breaking temperatures in Detroit yesterday. It reached over 70 degrees. Actually, the ambient temperature gauge on the GSA read 74 degrees upon leaving work and heading towards Downtown. The old record on this day was 75 years ago at 69 degrees.
Anticipating these conditions, the morning commute to work was made on the Beemer. Figured that a couple hours of exploration could be squeezed in before darkness fell, as it so quickly does this time of year.
Accompanying the unseasonably warm temperature was a very stout wind all day long. At lunch time I went for a walk around our grounds, which leads me in front of Ford World Headquarters. The wind had the diverse collection of flags flying proudly. This coupled with some remaining Autumn colors that are defiantly hanging in there, made for some impressive pictures.
The American flag standing taller and larger than any of them.
After doing battle with the cages en route to the inner city, a quick right was made as I ducked down an interesting alley off of East Congress, parking the versatile GSA alongside the paint splattered brick wall of St. Andrews Hall !!! Scoring a superhero themed mural fix.
Jefferson was followed along the river heading east. There was still some time to kill before searching out the sunset on Belle Isle. So might as well get a bite to eat for dinner. Continuing on down Jefferson, the city line was crossed into Grosse Point Park. From poverty to the affluent. In the matter of a blocks distance. A stark contrast.
My peripheral vision spotted a quaint Bistro along side a few other shops. Mimi's Bistro. Another rewarding chance find. Excellent setting and experience. They served Great Lakes Coffee. The Corktown Blend on this day. Corktown is a very old neighborhood within Detroit. Probably the oldest. West of Downtown. I've posted about Corktown before. You may recall Astro Coffee or Slows Barbeque.
The simplest things can bring so much pleasure. Depending on how they are served ..... or received. Even something as simple as water. Or a black coffee.
The sun was setting like a rock. You don't get a lot of warning this time of year. When it goes, it goes. Had to hustle over to Belle Island. Crossed the MacArthur Bridge and found a parking spot on this land mass in the middle of the Detroit River. Canada on one side. The United States on the other. Close to equally distanced it seems.
Belle Isle makes for incredible cityscape views.
Looking at the picture above and below, you can see Windsor, Ontario in Canada on the left and Detroit on the right, with the trademark GM renaissance center prominently situated among the other buildings. The Ambassador bridge centered between the two cities and countries, connecting them.
There was a row team out on the river on this night. Lapping the island, with a small outboard powered Crestliner following along, while occasionally calling out orders over a loudspeaker.
Couzin' Will had an appointment with the barber after work, but showed up on the island afterwards. Almost didn't recognize him all cleaned up.
There is no doubt we will not get another day like that one for a while. Time to dig in for the winter. Get some projects done in the house and before spring will have to spend some time on the bikes, making sure they are ready to rock for next year. The ride home in the warm evening air during late November was weird. The very next day, as I write this, it is frigging snowing !!
Interesting and shows what excess government spending does.... I always wonder if urban decay will continue or will government leaders figure it out. Not a place I think I would ever go to, or Seattle, SF, LA, Denver, Minneapolis, Washington DC, Dallas...
you will be able to jump in the van and get some winter time pic's on the island soon
neat the end of winter you can up at sun rise point
One day while out mural hunting, this freshly painted and monstrous mural was found on part of an old dilapidated building in a gravel lot.
After a quick scan of the structure, a jagged hole in the blown out brick was spotted. How could I resist. Must go inside and do what explorers do. Explore !!
Just a lot of debris and graffiti. There was a bicycle chained up on one of the levels. That was odd. This building had multiple stories. It seemed as if some kind of renovation was starting to take place. Obviously only in the demolition stage at this point.
The far side of the building was lined with windows. So I went over to have a look out.
Sticking my head out of the open window revealed some serious contrast. An inner city urban paradise of sorts. For this area anyway. This is the Dequindre cut. I've posted about it before and rode it on the Surly Long Haul Trucker. You may recall.
Young inquisitive suburbanite girls. Probably wandered over from a days shopping at the Eastern Market. Be careful Baby Girls. Don't wander too far from your element.
Better get back to the Road King before someone decides to help themselves to it. One thing is for sure, I'd hear it from anywhere if someone started it. It's loud. Sorry, sometimes I've just got to feed that rebellious side. At least I'm a good-spirited optimistic rebel. Most of the time.
Yep. It's still there !! Time to roll.