15 August 2019 – No, no, indeed not. Never 2HOT4 you.
Allow me to broaden the claim: never 2HOT4 us.
That’s just Vancouver graphic artist Alex Joukov having his little joke …
tucked into his contribution to the 4th annual Vancouver Mural Festival.
We’ve just emerged from the 10-day event (1-10 August), which this year added another 25 or so street murals to the 97 created in previous years, all of it carried out through the not-for-profit Create Vancouver Society.
The epicentre is my own Mount Pleasant neighbourhood. I wandered into the festival by accident that very first year while doing an Airbnb stint in this part of town — talk about serendipity! — and I’ve loved it ever since. This year it’s a mix of local artists (of various backgrounds, including indigenous) plus ones from Australia, Japan, Argentina and the USA.
There’s a whole clutch of new works right around Manitoba and West 7th, including Alex’s car-on-fire, in a great range of styles.
Everything from William Liao’s haunting face down an alley …
to Pablo Zamudio’s dramatic play of colour & line, in a neighbouring alley.
We watch murals take form, from one day to the next.
One day, there’s the barest whisper of sketch marks on the wall …
and next day, bold colour owns the wall.
Artists work in all sorts of ways. Up on an accordian-pleat Skyjack, as you’ve just seen,
or …
on a vast multi-storey scaffolding grid,
or …
on a human-scale wooden ladder,
or …
up in a cherry picker.
Through whatever combination of mood, temperament, and work pressure, the artists either ignore the onlookers, briefly acknowledge their presence, or — as with the Argentinian artists who comprise Medianeras (above) — engage with us, rise to our interest.
The women field our questions, talk about what they’re creating, and point out the footprints they have helpfully painted into the pavement below, showing us exactly where to stand for the best possible view.
We comply.
And we see just how, as intended, the human being on the side of this entrance-way does indeed seem to be emerging from the building.
I double back to the Festival’s gallery on 7 1/2 Lane, between Ontario & Quebec streets and (as the Lane’s own name tells you) between 7th and 8th avenues. Several new works are in progress, joining several from other years, including this 2018 contribution by Linsey Levendall.
It’s moody, skillful work, given an unintended zap by the current placement of that dumpster, right under the subject’s nose.
But … that’s street art, isn’t it? Each piece lives with everything else in its environment. It’s a dance with changing circumstances, and we the viewers, through our reactions, keep the beat.
One final work I have to photograph, right there among the 7 1/2 Lane murals.
“That’s not part of the festival,” somebody helpfully tells me. Good grief, I know that.
But who can ignore Romulus and Remus?
