Monday, May 02, 2016

Politics, politics and yet more of the same.

One would think an election year is passing near.

In Wichita politics of a different sort reared up. Propaganda art. Or at least art explained by the media, which would make it propaganda. We’d probably call it street art, sponsored and condoned by the city fathers.

By Daniel Salazar

Murals, chalk drawings and street art brought some vibrant color to an otherwise dreary Sunday.

Artists set up shop on a stretch of Douglas between Grove and Hydraulic, painting murals on walls, sidewalks and the pillars of a highway overpass.

“We believe public art brings a lot of the vibrancy out in the community,” said local artist Armando Minjarez, who was painting an overpass pillar as Interstate 135’s southbound traffic roared overhead. “It engages people with their environment and their neighborhood.”

The Pathway to Peace Chalk Walk and Mural Reveal on Sunday also featured more than a dozen community groups promoting social causes ranging from supporting community mental health or refugees to eliminating human trafficking.

Read more here: http://www.kansas.com/news/local/article75067827.html#storylink=cpy

I wish I’d known about it, I’d have gone down and watched some of the activity.

Some few years back I stumbled across a group putting up an advertisement on the side of a building. I’d make excuses to go down there and park, watching the process. Fascinating. The whole project took almost a week and when they finished it, while still just an advertisement, was an uptick in the area in terms of visual appeal.

Besides, every time I drove by the place I’d see that wall and relive various phases of its construction. Memories.

Think I’m crackers? How many have seen the side of a painted barn from yesteryear and wondered how they did that, why, and speculated of the mind that designed it to appear it was living in a place where it belonged?

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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