Below right: Making us all suffer for his art. One of the more typical murals outside of Tompkins Square Park. Below left and right: Howlin’ woofs. Probably the best mural, which itself is unfortunately devoid of content.
Here’s a good example: a bare-shirted, balding gentleman painting some sort of organic, fleshy and tri-penised organ, with a cupid-struck heart that itself bears a face at the very center of it. Actually, I have little objection to the content, aside from the fact that it seems to confirm what Williamsburg, Brooklyn residents already condescend when they step off the L train at First Avenue: any cool to which the East Village once may have been able to lay claim has become vanishingly small, if it hasn’t disappeared altogether.
It says something too about the public art the East Village is able to make when the best canvas by far is innocuous and virtually without content: this wallpaper-like mural of a dozen or two incredibly cute dogs against an avocado background pattern can be found on the east side fence. It was signed, helpfully, by a Aaron Meshon and Ayako Otoshi, the former an illustrator and the latter a graphic designer. Actually, I really liked this piece a lot; it’s witty, engaging and competently crafted. I just wish it weren’t the only canvas I could get excited about.