A few weeks ago, I spotted something I had never seen before in Glendale: public street art. A neat, black, spray-painted phrase stared back at me from the cement, encompassed in two delicate motifs that surrounded it: “Keep Your Head Up.”
I couldn't look away, engulfed in the unfounded fear that the ground would have surely absorbed this rare creative expression if I did. So I quickly took a photo and shared it with the world, uploading it with the caption, “a rare, but welcome sighting: public street art in the Glendale area.”
The response was positive. Perhaps I wasn't in alone in my yearning for some public form of expression in a city with virtually none.
Life went on and I soon forgot about the phrase on the cement that made me smile, on a day which I appreciated being told to keep my head up just by looking down. But this weekend, something happened. I went to Echo Park, and its bold, vivid murals depicting religious figures, children's fairy tales and tongue-in-cheek phrases darting out from the sidewalks brought all my feelings back again.