August 26, 2007
What does an autoterrorist look like?
According to iStockphoto.com: this.
According to iStockphoto.com: this.
Just read an interview on Pingmag about a new art gallery, Gallery Scene, in Shibuya which is focused on street art. It grew out of a non-profit called Komposition, and one of their projects created several legal walls for Japanese graffiti artists like this one by PHIL and FATE of SCA Crew.
haunted house on Oak Street in San Francisco. Dracula lives here!
Originally uploaded by nattynattyboom
On Saturday night the Rock the Bells concert at the ball park in SF released 45,000 fans into the streets. As they made their way up 3rd Street, clashes with traffic became more and more frequent as the sheer number of people spilling off the sidewalks and into the intersections overwhelmed the cars.
Realizing their strength in numbers, thousands of young people spontaneously took over the entire street in an impromptu march. Exhilarated by their disregard for traffic lights, I heard a few teenagers yelling sentiments like “Fuck the system!”, etc. Fired up by the Rage Against the Machine performance, fans led the chanting of the lyrics “Fuck you, I won’t do what you tell me!” as they marched up the street.
An SFPD paddy wagon drove down the street the opposite way, met with shouts of “Fuck the police” chanted in unison. The cops didn’t stop and didn’t bother arresting anyone.
As far as I know, no property was damaged, no one was out of control, and as soon as the crowd reached Market Street it petered out as the kids all boarded BART trains bound for the suburbs. We could have hoped for more. We could have hoped that they’d forget their destinations, responsibilities, their $75 Rock the Bells tickets, their homes, their cars, all the things they have to lose and could have gotten swept up in a spontaneous autoterrorist drift through the city. Up through Union Square we could have smashed the boutiques; down through the Financial District we could have smashed the banks.
But the power of social expectations continues to hold sway. Those brief moments where the kids took over the street in defiance of authority, inspired by the anti-establishment lyrics of Rage, gave way quickly to the fear of the consequences of continuing to act out against the system. Some protest is possible, as long as it’s only performed while on the way home, and as long as I don’t get arrested and my mom finds out.
“The rage is relentless
We need a movement with a quickness
You are the witness of change
And to counteract
We gotta take the power back”- Rage Against the Machine, from “Take the Power Back” 1992
What was this:
Has been reduced to this:
I wish I had known about the “community” action that buffed all of Warm Water Cove park and been there to protest. Of course it wasn’t really mentioned at all except for a call for volunteers on the SF connect website. The action was entitled “Reclaim Warm Water Cove Park.” Reclaim it from whom, for whom? For the new neighbors in their high-rise luxury condos? SF is in a pretty sad state.
And as far as picking weeds goes, the volunteers basically cleaned out the entire park of any existing greenery, including bushes. What did they put in its place? WOODCHIPS. Great. It’s so inviting now, with no art, no bushes or grass, only a dark green wall with razorwire and intimidating signs stating the penal code and “DO NOT DEFACE”. Now its a family park.
What I don’t understand is how the company who owns the fence, and partially supported the whitewashing, only paints over the side of the fence facing the park. According to the city’s taken-for-scripture “broken-windows theory“, doesn’t this still promote a “lawless atmosphere” and constitute urban blight?
Mark O’Hanlon, a “25+ year Dogpatch resident,” reminds us that before there was the graffiti art,
Warm Water Cove used to be a very dangerous gangs and guns area before the artists ( and mobile homeless)took over.
Gavin Newsom apparently had some lipservice to pay, claiming he’ll
“invest in programs that promote appropriate places for graffiti,’’ which might include a public wall in Warm Water Cove Park… (from SFgate)
One of the wonderful things about graffiti though, is its perseverance. Those walls won’t stay drab for long. The city will get tired of patrolling that park anyway, like it always has. I highly doubt it will suddenly undergo a drastic change into a super friendly “family” park, with all the amenities of a park bench and a picnic table. Access to the waterfront consists of a pile of concrete rubble falling into the bay. Is that a place where anyone would want their toddler to play? Despite that, according to the “community” the only dangerous aspect of the park was the garbage and the paint on its walls.
That park was a site of cultural production, a disused, in-between space made relevant by the actions of artists. It was a destination for graffiti writers and those who appreciate that form of art, as well as those who can see the aesthetic in that which is cast aside, rusted over and deteriorated.
Must this city only be subjected to the aesthetic ideals of the propertied classes and boring, shallow pedants? In public space, apparently only some views are accepted.
A classic example of recuperation.
The imposing new San Francisco Federal Building had already been partially built when I came back to SF from Japan, so it was kind of a surprising new addition to the skyline. I read in this interview with the architect that the skygarden at the top is a dedicated public space. Interested in how public a space feels when subjected to a security bag x-ray and metal detector scan prior to entry, I attempted to visit the building the other day, only to find out that it will be closed to the general public for another 90 days. So we have to wait until October to see the view from the top.
Photo by Nic Lehoux
The paraformance—an intentional reframing of reality—often begins subtly, as a playful, “plausibly deniable” action by a single individual, and can culminate in full scale, “flash mob”-style occupations that engage the participation of their accidental audiences.
The Space Hijackers operate here, working to corrupt the language of architecture. We attempt to create situations or place objects within architectural space that affect the way in which that space is then experienced. We create myths within space that then go on to become a part of that space. Therefore the authority of the owner’s text is unbalanced as another voice is now heard. The actions and objects become a part of the history of the space and thus become part of its language. We attempt to produce an oral architecture, which critiques the text of the architect and re-contextualises it.
