Occasionally, someone leaves some kind of "art" on the men's room wall. Nothing vulgar, mind you, but usually small and somewhat odd. Once there was a black marker drawing of a crow on a tree branch. The management simply touched up the paint and the crow had flown.
Last week, a new piece of men's room art appeared. Also in black marker on the deep red wall was the outline of a face with the word "happy" stylized beside it. I couldn't resist taking a photo with my cell phone.
I was struck by the expression of the face next to that word. Who was the artist? What was his intent? His background? So many questions we can ask after a trip to the men's room!
But the image stayed with me and I couldn't help but write about it. With recent stories about a particular internet provider confronting issues of censorship on the other side of the world, I couldn't help but read more into the image than probably exists. I doubt that graffiti drawing will be there when I next visit, but the image remains on my cell phone.
And in my imagination.
Rick Baker
March 31, 2010
Rochester, NY
little red book
on doors of toilets
and ally walls they've
graffitied your profile
in black and named you
"yellow peril" and "red".
through chapters of history
your colors coursed as
blood through fields.
dragooned, you bowed
to masters near and far
and now your masters near
declare you leader and
decider of your collective
fate;
proclaim you happy
behind walls built
to protect you
from your
freedom.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo of graffiti drawing taken March 2010 by R. Baker in Java's coffee shop, Gibbs Street, Rochester, NY
It is a compelling face. I wonder if the artist might see it and your poetry it inspired? Keep use posted, Rick.
ReplyDeleteWillow, that would be quite interesting. Four years after Mao died, I lived in China ('80-'81). On my other blog I plan to write about my experiences there, but even with the relative "openness" one might see there now, I have no doubt that the undercurrents of repression still run, if not deep, then just below society's surface.
ReplyDeleteWhat might another 30 years bring to the expression on that outlined face, I wonder?
I love the phrase 'proclaim you happy'!
ReplyDeleteThe muse lurks in the oddest places.
Interesting find -- glad you took that picture -- the poem is startling -- it seems like you captured the red, black & yellow emotion of that image --'I wonder'? "Undercurrents of repression run deep" --
ReplyDeleteand when it surfaces -- watch out -- the pendulum does swing.
Like Vicki ditto to "proclaim you happy" and "dragooned, you bowed to masters near and far"
Joanny
proclaim you happy
ReplyDeletewow did you ever capture what I saw in that art
!!
Wishing you a happy and blessed Easter xx Gypsy Purple
ReplyDeletegreat source of inspiration
ReplyDeleteI love that illustration, Rick!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful that you captured it and were able to share it with all of us!
Have you ever gone back to this spot to see if it's still there or what took its place since?
-Dean