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TinkerBelle's Christmas
She is loving her automatic ball launcher from Dad and her costmes that Mah'mm upcyled from thrift sweaters.
12/23/24
Bad Art. Development off the rails. The Rail Apartments
Speaking as a former sculptor, NO.
This is all kinds of wrong.
This is all kinds of wrong.
In front of the new "Rail" apartment building which is feet away from a railroad spur (the toxic fumes of which will eff you up) and less than a quarter mile for I44 (the toxic fumes of which will eff you up).
I asked some well established regional and national artists, sculptors, and public works sculptors for their review which are below.
David O: We have many interesting sculptors around town that would create something much more engaging. Who commissioned this?
Me: I assume the architect who designed the building. It's so bad.
Horatio L: I agree with Christian. It’s usually from an architect of the firm. They’ll do it for a fraction of what the client would be willing to pay an artist!
Me: It's so awful. Ir recalls those static anti tank weapons that were embedded in the ground during WW2
Snail: Looks like checkpoint barricades.
Matthew: No tanks are driving past these.
Me: I now know where to tie up my horse. That's a hitching rail.
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1986. Central West End. St. Louis City
From the years that Armin and I would walk the alleys west and north of our house at 4350 McPherson.
A person lived in this garage. He replaced the rotten accordion doors with discarded doors that he had salvaged.
A person lived in this garage. He replaced the rotten accordion doors with discarded doors that he had salvaged.
11/25/24
11/15/24
Washington, PA. Photo by Alan Taylor Jeffries
Look at that Vitrolite that was curved and the sidewalk freight elevator covers!
I recall seeing some of these functioning in Downtown STL: They'd slowly ascend and open startling pedestrians.
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10/31/24
Wingbermuehle Funeral Home
Don Wingbermuehle was my dad's BF in his elementary school years. He owned and operated this funeral home that was in this building - their home - until the 80s. He and his wife had ten daughters and every one of them had a name that began with a D. Little Donna once tried to get me to follow her down the stairs to the embalming room. All of the daughters attended St. Elizabeth Academy.
