Harbor Arts dock tattoos
Aug. 25th, 2014 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidYesterday's adventure was helping klingonlandlady with a huge art project she's doing on one of the docks of East Boston (which, in classic Boston geography, is of course north of the North End).
I have now found the first area where Google maps have a longer walking route than driving (due to the bridges). I decided to walk anyway, and how now found my new least-pleasant road for walking: Beacham St. in Everett, which is off Rte. 99 (between Sullivan Sq. and the rotary, which had been among my least favorite walking streets already). On the other hand, I now know where to go for wholesale fruit and mushrooms. Farther on, I found a new-to-me park that I want to explore, and there are some great pediments in the Eagle Hill section, too. Plus I have a much better sense of where Maverick station (on the Blue Line) actually is. Still, while I originally planned to walk back, I was happy to get a ride most of the way home.
The art project is a series of art pieces drawn on the dock, all in black, all big (more than person-sized), each from a different region of the world. There's a triskellion for Ireland, a huge rooster for France, a twining dragon for China, and so on. I helped make lines blacker (the first pass is over chalk, which makes it adhere less to the concrete), and filled some all-dark spaces in. I don't know whether I've ever used big paint brushes before; I had to learn how to get the best edges, and hope I'll get better with straight lines. (I'd thought I was good with them, but now I'm not so sure.) Still, I could see progress, and that was great.
I was concerned I'd end up kneeling a lot (my knees are not designed for kneeling), but I ended up squatting and bending and just plain sitting, and it was fine; I can feel it in my muscles today, in that enjoyable "hey, we got used more than usual" way. It felt great to help on a big project like this, and see a new view of Boston, too. I'm hoping to go again the next few weeks before they're all finished.
klingonlandlady with a huge art project she's doing on one of the docks of East Boston (which, in classic Boston geography, is of course north of the North End). I have now found the first area where Google maps have a longer walking route than driving (due to the bridges). I decided to walk anyway, and how now found my new least-pleasant road for walking: Beacham St. in Everett, which is off Rte. 99 (between Sullivan Sq. and the rotary, which had been among my least favorite walking streets already). On the other hand, I now know where to go for wholesale fruit and mushrooms. Farther on, I found a new-to-me park that I want to explore, and there are some great pediments in the Eagle Hill section, too. Plus I have a much better sense of where Maverick station (on the Blue Line) actually is. Still, while I originally planned to walk back, I was happy to get a ride most of the way home.
The art project is a series of art pieces drawn on the dock, all in black, all big (more than person-sized), each from a different region of the world. There's a triskellion for Ireland, a huge rooster for France, a twining dragon for China, and so on. I helped make lines blacker (the first pass is over chalk, which makes it adhere less to the concrete), and filled some all-dark spaces in. I don't know whether I've ever used big paint brushes before; I had to learn how to get the best edges, and hope I'll get better with straight lines. (I'd thought I was good with them, but now I'm not so sure.) Still, I could see progress, and that was great.
I was concerned I'd end up kneeling a lot (my knees are not designed for kneeling), but I ended up squatting and bending and just plain sitting, and it was fine; I can feel it in my muscles today, in that enjoyable "hey, we got used more than usual" way. It felt great to help on a big project like this, and see a new view of Boston, too. I'm hoping to go again the next few weeks before they're all finished.