An open letter to the people responsible for painting the arts district neon:
What were you thinking?!
You took paint brushes to sides of buildings, to the sidewalks, to a fence.
You set up crazy ass lighting fixtures on billboards and within murals.
You asked for help and handed over paintbrushes to anyone who showed.
I’m serious; I want to know WHAT YOU WERE THINKING.
You raised money.
You called in pros from near and far.
You asked permission, maybe got some permits?
Did you think?
Did you think that art brings people together?
Did you think that brightly colored murals and abstract lighting structures would get the attention of everyone passing through and make them notice how god damn beautiful our surroundings are?
Did you think that using the arts district as a giant doodle pad would be a fun way to spend some time?
Or, was this more about feelings?
Maybe you painted the town with passion.
Maybe you wanted to piss some people off.
Maybe you wanted the people who walk or drive through the arts district to feel that sense of wonder, awe, and pure joy that seeing real, genuine, heartfelt art, fosters.
Whatever you were thinking, thank you.
Thanks for making it happen. Thanks for getting through whatever red tape you had to get through. Thanks for coordinating, showing up, making the phone calls, sending the texts, buying the supplies, rallying the troops, and whatever else you had to do behind the scenes to make it happen that we, the people who just show up and see art, will never even realize.
Thank you for thinking that you COULD.
Because you did. And it’s really effing awesome.