Pigeon Box Art and Pigeon-Related Art Commissions Around the Greater Los Angeles Area. [Updating: now, with Pigeons and Friends]

An ongoing online exhibition featuring visual odes to the pigeons that I've discovered, or happened upon, as a trekker of many streets and locales in and around the Greater Los Angeles area. 

Box Art is a trending artistic expression form that sprung up, several years ago, as a seemingly ordained vehicle of artists' aspirations for public recognition (I'm not sure of the origins or certifying agency behind the legality of painting on public sidewalk utility server boxes). 

The pigeons, being the endearing young explorers and ambassadors to the town that they are, have merited several works of art dedicated to them over the years, in the lives, works, and hearts of artists and art lovers all across several locales around the Los Angeles region. 

The South Pasadena Metro Station

Los Angeles Trade Tech College Murals

 

The Martin Luther King Blvd. at Harbor Freeway 110 Underpass Murals.

The Ernst and Young Plaza Poetry Pigeons; Curious Over a Fried Egg - Cast Metal Statue

Santa Monica Pier re-opening welcome banner.

Update: 01/24/2022: 

While out working on some more recent developments, of about a year-and-a-half since I’d last made inclusions and updates to this blog, I’ve come across a previously unknown, or previously non-existent - charming mural rendition of some of the Friends of the Pigeon: a sparrow, and what appears to be perhaps a baby seagull, with a characteristically youthful withdrawn stance, about the bust (breast, neck and head) of the bird, of which would suppose a more socially-shy and unsure fledgling addition to a flock, amongst adults, in a similar manner in which a puppy reserves it’s tail in between its legs, as an ostensible sign of submission to the elders and authorities of the pack, or family unit. This mural is located in the Playa Del Rey area, which is part of the expanse of public works projects that include a nature reserve designation, of sorts, that encompasses the Los Angeles River, which begins, winding further up the road, and around the bend, a bit, feeding in to channels that comprise the Venice Beach Canals (which are an upscale series of channeled waterways that mimic the Classical Canals of Italy’s Venice; thus Venice Beach, CA, is rightly named as, such that it would suppose a proper nod of the hat towards a facet of our Western heritage and culture, here in America; Venice Beach, largely known as a small, yet concentrated locality of the West Coast, in attracting many professionals and patrons of the Los Angeles, CA artistic culture and of progressive minds and lifestyles, and the area is, therefore, rich in diversity, arts, and spirituality. The Ballona Wetlands, as it is known, further up in to this current area, known as Del Rey, bordering on Culver City, in this instance, is a rehabilitated natural and native wetlands plants reserve, where the river flows inland, turning, at some point, several miles up the road from the beach, and winding its way through Los Angeles, as a large concrete ditch, perhaps anywhere from 20-30 feet deep, and, at times, anywhere from 30-75 feet wide, perhaps more, in some cases, as a watershed management development of the larger systems of society and government, and it is rumored that, at some point, the development project is projected to expand the entirety of the lateral expanse of the lower 48 states of America in coming decades.

Somewhere, 

at the edge of two localities, the river becomes a great wash basin, capable of handling a significant flow of water, perhaps, someday.

Hollywood, CA - YMCA building.

The Hollywood YMCA, in the heart of Hollywood, CA, features an external mural and protective wall (since there’s sometimes small civic uprisings that find their way in to Hollywood, lately, at times [mid-late 2022]) featuring black and white birds, perhaps pigeons, that they could be. 

... and Now - a fading-back in to the sky [perspective], of a macro formative sort. A photoblog.

I discovered this curiosity of constellation via my visited locations on Google Maps, just today. I found it to be highly reminiscent of my top hat pigeon "about town." I'm offering some slight markup to prove the point.

Here, from a distance, I can plainly see the formative bust of a pigeon wearing a top hat.

With some messy mouse-in-hand markup, I've made out the shape of the constellation I see.

My original psychological imprint of the phenomenon.

What do you think? Did I do this to myself? or are smarter forces than I doing it to me?

The rote, relentless driving force of the fundamental influences and rational basis for such iPigeon aficionado institute wherewithal.

iPigeon.institute, as if anything were so ostensibly suitably adjourned as such to be obtained, beyond speaking of such, a notable institute of dot something foray, not dick me around about trans-literary-international-discourse of phonetics, hopefully translations will have no to-do about breaking it even, Geiger squaring it away, and in process, learning, of all things, the latest couture of knowledge-base for the most tech-ostensible fletch of 2018, reasonable as it might be, somebody took a note of it, dot institute, iPigeon, of all things, preamble, dot blog, and at that, how bout you?

Smells like a dog.

Trace back to French school:

Look, you eat like a dog! 

How novel it is that you eat like a dog!

• of pigeons, notably. 
• Soundex genealogy breakout discourse on lexicography diction ostensible resource of language ought to considerably be a nomenclature of cardinal means about what iPigeon portends as to such, adjourned as alphanumerical ought bring: hard as squares cubed

I don’t like that, at all, how that ended. 

Then I smoked some cigar.

You are such a pregnant woman, Jay, of all things, you better not smoke. For acting like nobody could possibly tell that you smoke, it’s despicable. Stop smoking.

If you can’t act like a pregnant woman ought to, you don’t deserve a girlfriend. 

Okay. For what reasons had I started to smoke again?

For that I went out today, and that I found cigarettes and tobacco to smoke. I was hungry. I bought food. Chocolate milk, a gallon, not whole milk, not my typical buy. 

Whatever it is, stop purchasing stuff you don’t need. You don’t need to architect the whole internet.

(That’s Patricia Kirk)

I do need to, though, GTD:

Get out and feed pigeons

Do so by jogging

Yogurt is a daily thing

Go from there.

Remember to pray and be thankful

Everybody you know smokes, but they don’t tell you. Everybody you don’t know doesn’t smoke. Whenever you smoke, you make people you know smoke. When people find out that you smoke, they avoid you. People act like my son doesn’t know anything about women, and this is how women act. Women act like men do, that’s how some people think. That’s not the way the world works, women are different from men.

Take a look at pigeons, for example. If you notice the fluff pigeons who chase the subordinate ones, it’s ostensibly suitable rote that the dominant ones are the males. The care-taking ones are the mothers in the nest, although the claim-staking fluff pigeons have something to say, as well. They’re trying to get something across to the littler ones, and show them the way of the world. The females try to nurture a warm and caring environment from the nest. The males speak to the little ones of harm’s way of other creatures about them.

(That’s my mother)

This is the reasonable extent of all knowledge. The reasonable extent of all knowledge is what your parents provide for you, then society provides a baseline existence that you live up and into. You pay into an intelligence aesthetic of your choosing, then you have children with a partner.