Daily photographs by HANS VON RITTERN, with humorous, artistic and social commentary on life in the big city.

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♫♪ “There’s a light over at the 5 Pointz Place” ♫♪

5 Pointz Dec. 14, 2013

5 Pointz Dec. 14, 2013

In the velvet darkness of the blackest night

Burning bright, there’s a guiding star

No matter what or who you are.

There’s a light over at the 5 Pointz Place

There’s a light burning in the artist’s space

There’s a light, light in the darkness of every artist’s life.

I can see the tags through the white, I can see through the hate

Just the same, there has got to be

Some place better here for you and me to create.

There’s a light over at the 5 Pointz Place

There’s a light burning in the artist’s space

There’s a light, light in the darkness of every artist’s life.

The darkness must go down the river of nightmares dreaming

Flow paint slow, let the colors and light again come streaming

Into our lives, into our lives.

There’s a light over at the 5 Pointz Place

There’s a light burning in the artist’s space

There’s a light, light in the darkness of every artist’s life.


Photo of the day: I’M NOT DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS AT 5 POINTZ

5 Pointz International Graffiti Museum.  December 14, 2013.

5 Pointz International Graffiti Museum. December 14, 2013.

Photo of the day: I’M NOT DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS – With the horrific heartless vandalizing of the 5 Pointz international graffiti art museum by owner Gerry Wolkoff by smearing white paint over 1,000’s of pieces of incredible breath taking art, I thought it would be sadly ironic to photograph the remains of the museum in tonight’s first blizzard of the season. The loading dock has now been cordoned off with a tall chain link fence with mesh netting so you cannot ‘see’ through, god forbid scrooge let’s you have a glimpse. (I squeezed my camera through an opening in the gate). The two gates are kept closed with a big steel chain link and lock. As the wind whipped the snow around, the gates rattled back and forth with the only sound to be heard of the chain links and the lock rattling, eerily like that of a ghost in an old movie haunting his final resting place. It felt like a cold place of death as the wind howled, the chains rattled with not a sign of life except for the occasional rats wondering where all the food has gone. Perhaps the rats will find good company with the despicable owner Gerry Wolkoff since misery loves company.
I just stood there for about an hour and watched the snow envelope the now ghostly white building in a graveyard of snow. In this particular case, I am not dreaming of a white Christmas.
(More photos to follow.)