I love the splash of color! It also allows residents and visitors to be exposed to and appreciate some of the talent of the artists who live in the area.
To me, this symbolizes that each person may have different dreams but are equally valuable. The key is giving back so others can grow and become who they are destined to become.
One Sunday morning I decided to take a break from my Covid-19 quarantine and take a car ride. While riding down Mt Vernon Avenue, I saw a sign that said, “Affirm Black Life”. I thought I saw an arrow, so I decided to park my car to investigate.
I think that murals are my way of self-expression and protest. I have a new born; so, I’m not on the front lines. This is my way of having a voice in the fight. My message: is our goal is peace and equality.
I love the splash of color! In my opinion, it looks much better than seeing plywood all over downtown. It also allows residents and visitors to be exposed to and appreciate some of the talent of the artists who live in the area.
I love watching artists collaborate and create!
The piece with the toilet paper! As time goes on, it is easy to forget how scarce toilet paper was earlier this year. Toilet paper was almost like currency. Lysol is still hard to find! Who would have thought toilet paper, disinfecting wipes, and Lysol spray would be so scarce/valuable?
After the widespread access of videos showing horrific police brutality, the employees of Martini’s asked me to come down and leave a positive message for the community not only express grief, but also to provide comfort and solace.
I love seeing artists create live. One of my favorite festivals was cancelled (Columbus Arts Festival). I know, I know they had virtual activities. But, to me it’s not the same. I love being able to interact with the artists.
In my opinion this work represents unity. Just by viewing the artists pictures it is obvious that they are different. Each artist worked together bringing their talents to produce a cohesive piece.
In my opinion, it looks much better than seeing plywood all over downtown. It also allows residents and visitors to be exposed to and appreciate some of the talent of the artists who live in the area.
While driving downtown, I listened to a local minister on the radio. He was sharing that when he doesn’t say much that means he is processing the situation, trying to determine the best way to communicate his feelings whether it is being angry or frustrated. That is where I am today.
Franklinton is an Arts district! In times past, I would have been concerned with the criminal element, but I didn’t see anything close to that. My disclaimer is that I went on a Sunday afternoon and was in my car by dusk.