|Stenciled art on the sidewalk on Winston Street at Werdin Place|
Werdin Place is a narrow passage between Winston and 5th, fenced by a tall iron gate. An unofficial sign put up by a street artist names it "Indian Alley." The building at 118 Winston abuts the alley and once housed United American Indian Involvement, Inc., an outreach center for LA's Native American population, offering recovery services for those in trouble. Now a yoga studio and art gallery, its owners and residents exemplify the change that's transforming the neighborhood.
Yesterday as I walked past, an odd sight caught my eye. Behind the gate, a man seemed to be tending to two slender bodies, piebald and spotted like dalmatian dogs. When I stopped to focus in, it became clearer - he was crafting two life-size cardboard figures, taped together with black gaffer tape. "Excuse me. What are you doing?" I asked through the gate.
"Making papier mache people," he said.
"Is it for some kind of exhibit?" I asked.
"No. Just because."
"Cool," I said. "Can I take a photograph?"
|Papier mache people in Indian Alley (click to "embiggen")|
Isn't coincidence an odd and startling thing?
Later, after dinner, [The Man I Love] and I went to get a closer look at the murals in the now-empty alley. We poked our cell phones and cameras through the gate's bars to photograph them.
This mural is said to be by artist Shepard Fairey.
There's a colorful, cut-out cat on the roof.
A pirate ship on the fire escape.
|Photo by Christopher Waterman|
Change is slow. Skid Row isn't going away yet.