I headed out early on my expedition. The graffiti from Meeting of Styles was very visible from both sides of the San Fernando Bridge. In addition to the graffiti murals, where entire teams of spray artists work on one giant image, there are also random tags covering this entire neighborhood. Street gangs look to be ruling the roost down here. I’m not a fan of this dog-pissing type of spray that’s all about marking one’s territory. But the murals are different. The skill it takes to render these giant images is evident on close inspection. Mostly I inspected with my zoom as you can’t actually get down into the wash without considerable effort and agility.
Do me a favor will you? Just go LOOK at all the different kind of caps there are for spraying! Come on, it’ll only take you a second. Makes it easier to understand how they can render some of these details.
So there it was and I saw it and it was pretty cool to see that much concentrated stylized graffiti, but……..I was even more excited by the little jaunt I took up to the top of the freeway bridge that spans the LA River. It felt to me like I was wandering there among the BONES of the city. Oh, you have to really love a place to think this is something special. The bridge was built in 1937. I could go on and on about the stairs I climbed, the way you can climb up to the northbound side of the 110 and look down on the southbound side. Or the way the tunnels look up close, or how most of the LA River runs in this one deep channel, or the rumbling passenger trains on the adjacent bridge. How narrow the pedestrian walkway is. I stayed up thre awhile staring down at the river and the trains, the bridges. Thinking.