graveyard

this was a square done by rene k, depicting the time we got into a car accident that was my fault. no major injuries, but she bumped her head pretty hard and was freaked out; made a trip to the hospital. i haven't put this square up, and don't think i will anytime soon. i'm kinda getting bored of this project. i think i'll put up a few more key ones and then be done with it.

Hecho

this is a square done by a kid named nick, i think. pretty neat, and i put it in my neighborhood. it was in a good spot, by a baseball field, and then it blew away pretty quickly, as i saw it on the ground the next day like 2 blocks away. i didn't pick it up, but imaged some kid picking it up and thinking it was cool and bringing it home. prolly not, but it's nice to daydream.

God is Blue & No One Stops

two more by kyle castillo. his squares were some of my favorites, he had quite a knack for being smart with a pen, minimalism at times but just straight graffiti at others. these are one cottage street, just down from macy's etc. i was talking to mary jessica (emjayok.blogspot.com) that i really don't talk to him since he's moved, and that sucks. i think it's because i always suspected (and think it's probably true) that he was [edit], years ago, but now i really don't care, and even would feel closer to him now because of it. pure hearsay, now, so it matters not. "when we are forced to look back, we never really know".

beer and tradition

a square by "steve", which steve i don't really know. and the menorah by reuben, i think. posted near the casebeer's house, cordially referred to as 'stab mountain' these days. the symbolism of the menorah meaning (to me) family and tradition, that which is spearheaded in this scene by the casebeer brothers, two of the most awesome and honest guys to be a part of (not to mention basically construct) our current little scene. the symbolism of the beer square is quite apparent. this one is dedicated to the casebeers, may they live in flagstaff high above our lovely conceptions of drama and complication.

gate keepers

these, done by reuben j again, look kind of like a couple. put on two poles that tend to a super house downtown that i never noticed until this summer when a friend pointed it out. i'm pretty sure these squares are down already.

Margaret

this is a square by an unknown author. i put it up on birch street, right near where meg used to live. i really liked her apartment. i wish meg drew some squares, they would have been very very beautiful. i hope to see her soon.

dupont & verde

i've lived around here a couple times in the last few years, and i used to run around this square block over and over with ryan narce in the winter to try and get into shape. it was fun, but it was really hard to keep running in circles; i'd much rather mix it up and just run in a straight line and back. which is what i've been doing now, paralleling the tracks, just west of lower coconino. this really has nothing to do with the square i put up here, but i have no fucking idea what it says anyways. (kyle c).

I Love Flagstaff?

i DO love it here, but i'm already feeling the itch to leave, so soon. but i know i'll be back. it's just so small, you know? sobriety especially tells different tales. an alcoholic lives forever within the thin altitudinal grip. these squares are at a new bus stop that was once a dirt lot. this area is going to change A LOT in the next 5 years or so, maybe less. development is essential to growth, which is why we should move away, even for a moment, if not for good. small square was done by me, larger one i don't know. got the train in the background, too, and the mountain amidst concrete. staples hurt wood, no matter how dead or unloved.

Kay Cue

HAIL MARY: fuzz of sass, full. 'A dreaded sunny day, so i meet you at the cemetery gates, Keats and Yeats are on your side, While Wilde is on mine. So we go inside and we gravely read the stones, all those people, all those lives, where are they now?' Posted on a strange sunny day that featured rain clouds breaking through with uncertainty. It's posted between the compound and the old hive, drawn by Kaelen Q, drawn when i lived with her in D Manor.

just my room

up in my room, no reason i picked any of these in particular. one by jeff, some by rene, some by me, others i don't know. that is all.

criminal

this is one of the 2 squares done by eric. he thinks it's really shitty, hence told me to not put it up. though i did anyways, with him in the background, as you can see in the lower picture. i think it's a neat square. and you can see, previous squares are fading (the one above it on the same pole was the first one i put up, a couple months ago). they're staying up, though, somewhat, in certain places. which leads me to question whether or not this could be considered a criminal act, putting this shit up around town. are telephone poles public property? they should be. regardless, i'm still doing it, but definitely in the bright sun of day, not being shady at all. one of the first ones i put up, right by the hospital (the heart square below), is still up, or was last time i was up there. and "irregardless", all this shit is documented, so if there is a case against me, evidence will not be hard to find at all. whatevs, life is art. ask logan.

Posit

Human faces have the quality where they look much better when they're happy, in a good mood, optimistic. If someone likes you they look better. My ex-girlfriend looked very unattractive to me when she was pissed or upset. When she was happy she was gorgeous. No, not her. HER. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder to the fact that you understand this, that you put it out when it should be out there. When it's felt. When it's not, plastic faces change into flesh that just doesn't tempt. Square by Reuben J.

(L)V

I stayed in the V last night and missed a big roommate fight. but i had a lovely time, eating sandwiches (depicted in one square), drinking beer with hearts on sweaters and heads off (depicted in another square). dani b, dani b.....

SQUARES BY KYLE CASTILLO (stapled in the alley behind the monte vista hotel and spirits lounge)

L8's

PABST BLUE SKYS: put up 3 squares about pabst in the alley that's part of the walk to the green room, of ladies 80's fame. one by eric p, one by kyle c, one by katrina s. i think. take it for what you will. this fucking town runs on pabst, as do most others.

why not?

emergency post

a square by heather p, a cute little love truck. put up on cottage street, just down from a friends house and next to a women's shelter. and it's always friends who say it best:

"RESTRAINT STRIKES TWICE!! in that you’re just about emptied out and you try to sensibly convince all of your friends that this, and not some linear, defensible, and cogent recounting of your life’s recent events, is actually EXACTLY where you are mentally right now. you’ve got the manic depression, but you’re not fucking van gogh or kurt cobain, a double edged sword, because you’ll never make anything of value in your life, despite an intellectual and emotional edge, but you’ll also not blow your brains out onto the carpet."

HAPPY FUCKING EMERGENCY

reuben lives here again.

so rejoice in the fact of fake beards and eye-gouged crust that forms like stubble! we make a mockery of blood and analogize it so much that it becomes air, though the substances are the same anyways. imagine the bottom picture's background, getting a nice libation at the ol' pay n' take, slamming it so hard that teeth shatter on glass, then only throwing up to the fact that you've just funneled a pint of blood rather than poison. take the late afternoon alley death crawl to the 'kind connection 2' and purchase and smoke salvia before your head pops off. then it does, and strangers gouge your eyes out with pure emotion, strict sunlight and blunt trash. make sure your headphones are secure.

(this is dedicated to reuben's fucked up sense of humor, which actually does come out at moments)

(squares drawn by reuben j)

(obviously)

ihywypbb

square by phil b, a lovely pirate guy put up just down from his house, owl barn, also resided in by marty and donny. not much to say now, so i'll just follow with a pointless square that i drew, and that i put up near mary j's new house. not much to meaning these days:

good eggs

"ok so check this out, the hens, the girls, must have a collective consciousness. as i type, i am watching my two girls, 2 feet from each other, facing AWAY from each other. they are primming themselves before sundown, when they will climb into a tree branch outside my window and make cute sounds. anyways, they are mirroring each other in their primming without seeing eachother. feathers all fluffed, one head to the left, the other does the same. to the chest, the other the same. fluff your back side, the other the same. and so on. this has been going on for at least 15 minutes, mirrored. feet to beak, mirror. beak to tail, mirror. at the same time. good eggs."

square by ben, put up on the post on leroux and benton right by keith's house. words by keri.

House of Stewart

squares put up from those associated with this house, which housed many friends and foes in the years, such as: kevin i, wes w, rene k, robert n, eric p, cate z, etc. i slept in there a couple times, tripped on whiskey and rats, shitty movies and vats of beer. i was pretty peripheral to the place, too. these specific drawings were done by rene k (bird) and kevin i (plane) and now border the house on 2 sides, the house that is now inhabited by strangers mostly, as most have moved out and on.

[the bird looks worried; the plane looks proud and jingoist. again, this is community art, projective, and not about art that is 'good' or 'new' or 'relevant' (though i do think much of it is), but rather about documenting a small group of friends who live in a very cute little mountain town. or at least used to. these squares, as all others, will fly and will fall.]

just a reminder.