Mission Mission

We’ve all seen the blue bears. Then I saw Troy’s pictures and a great interview on Mission Local and I had to check out Sirron Norris’s new gallery for myself. It’s a pretty cool setup. He’s got all kinds of work, paintings, toys, stickers, shirts, even a video game.

My favorite was the lineup of the neighborhood buildings, done on wood blocks, a couple of inches tall.

The gallery is at 1406 B Valencia Street, near 25th. Check out the stuff, talk to the guy himself and sign up yourself or a teenager in your life for one of the cartoon classes.

Although their styles are very different, just like Will Eisner’s city stories, he has an amazing way of bringing out the city’s character.

Gruel raised quite a fuss a few weeks ago when he performed some acrobatic yet sloppy tagging on the Sketchers sign at 22nd and Mission.  However, commenter Duh points out that it’s been a sort of tradition to deface that obtrusive jumble of piping, as Revok so poignantly demonstrated back when the place was a Leed’s.

Jocelyn Superstar has the scoop, along with an extensive photostream of graffiti pics from the late 90′s and early ’00s (whatever that decade is supposed to be called).  Hmmm, looks like taggers have pretty much always been part of the neighborhood!

Previously:

Gruel Goes Ninja on the Sketchers Sign

Google Maps Time Travel on 18th and Treat

I found some more street art on Valencia. And just like last time, I helped it out a bit. It’s sort of addicting.

I dunno. What else is it supposed to be?

Speaking of which, Seattle-based illustrator, designer and awesome dad, Gaelan Kelly did a couple versions of the last one:

Red Choo Choo found these somewhere on Florida Street. I wonder if the property owner likes them.

Three more long faces after the jump:

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So perhaps this is the only acceptable form of graffiti?  It’s hard  to categorize a mustachioed unicorn as legitimate, but if tagging up the Sketcher sign can incur such community vitriol, then I suppose this is what we end up with.

Stopping by to check out a punk rock party at someone’s house (nice work bands!  more DIY shows please!), I noticed that a whole apartment wall had been dedicated to just let taggers do whatever the hell they wanted.  Fantastic idea, but I could have done without the acrid aerosol odor permeating the whole place.  And all the Fubar.

Of course, Y2K Beavis made it all worthwhile.

Void has the scoop:

Thought you might enjoy. It wasn’t there yesterday. 22nd & Mission.

An impressive feat of acrobatics, courage, tenacity, and vision.

24th and Harrison, WHY?

(via Eric Fischer)

24th and Florida, WHY?

(via SF Weekly)

Somebody street arted their coffee or something all over the sidewalk on Valencia Street, and it looked like a monster, so I drew it. A few times.

The original is still the best by far. Anyone else want to take a crack?

Twitterer @holleratme snapped this shot on MUNI:

That’s a bit harsh isn’t it? I prefer the kid-friendly signs at the Daly City BART station:

Gurnek S. laments:

This past Saturday my roommates and I threw a party in honor of our beloved Emily’s birthday (sweetheart roommie).  The party was great, everyone was having an awesome time, but some schlub decided to tag our bathroom door.  Completely uncool.  I’ve never been vandalized by a guest before, so I’m really disappointed.  We maybe had as many as 50 people at one point, but they were all pretty much good friends with a few exceptions.  I’ve attached a pic of the pathetic tag and I’m hoping you might post it.  I have no delusions about finding this schmuck, but maybe if you put his tag out there someone will recognize it and tell this guy he’s a total douche.

Hear that, tagger guy? You made somebody sad. Maybe now you’ll rethink your life and go back to art school. Or just hold out until you get a paid gig painting a sign for a local business.