I follow THIS BLOG and am often treated to amazing murals. I tend to notice murals, I notice lots of stuff, make a mental note to eventually snap a photo, and then I seldom do.
For each of the murals I photographed, I missed ten others. I did find one more Colorado mural in my vast photo depository. Obviously, not a Hawai’ian mural, but I hate letting it go to waste.
As usual, click on the photo for a larger version or go to the SmugMug Gallery HERE for the original size version. As I capture more murals, they will be added to that gallery after being showcased on this blog.
Because I missed so many while in Colorado, I resolved to be more diligent here, in Hawai’i. Now, I’m not going to be as good as Scott. He does research on the artist and finds out the background story on both the art and the artist.
My readers are lucky to be getting the photos. Expecting me to also socialize and actually speak to people is, quite frankly, bordering on the delusional.
First up . . .
If this were Scott’s blog, he could tell you all about the design and its significance. Me, I come up with stuff based on what I see. For instance, that is obviously some type of marine Hannibal Lecter who donned a human mask to escape capture. I can tell because it’s in the process of eating an eyeball. Also, its fingers must have been in contact with red-hot lava, leaving them grotesquely deformed . . . and perfect for racking flesh from the bones of its victims. It likes flowers, as well.
Note: I should probably be careful about guessing stuff. I don’t want to be accused of disrespecting some cultural icon or other. Still, I read a bit about Hawai’ian deities and lore, and I can’t tie the above with anything. There might be something I missed but it could just as well be a pure flight of fancy. It could be Nāmaka (see below) but the plastic eyes-shield kind of makes me think not.
Unlike with Scott’s efforts, I don’t try and get to the murals before cars get in front of them, hence the cars partially obscuring the mural from Old Colorado City and the one below.
Now, I could have come here early, before the grocery store whose patrons park here even opens. But, there’s also a hedge to contend with, so me getting up at 4:00am and driving two hours to get here would not have gained me much more than what you see here.
How come no closeups of the rest of the mural? It’s a small parking lot and it was surprisingly busy. One thing I learned about Hawai’i drivers so far . . . they suck. As such, I give them a wide berth. Plus, having witnessed what I consider a deliberate attempt of a native driver to drive a non-native bicyclist off the road, I assume they would like nothing better than to run down some interloping fool with a camera. As it was, I took my life into my hands risking the photos I did take. Cars were literally whizzing by me, some brushing up against my cargo pants and my loose t-shirt.
In fact, I had to wait nearly one minute and sixty seconds to get this next shot with no cars going in and out of the parking lot and no cars going by me on the road. They were held back by a red light, but you could tell they were chomping at the bumper for the chance to nail my knees with a glancing blow.
You can’t see it in this photo, but to the left of where I was standing — and across the street — was the following mural . . .
That’s a common plant whose name I don’t remember and don’t feel like looking up. It often grows on old lava fields, sometimes seemingly right out of the lava. The bird is one of many I have yet to see here.
This mural is on the wall of a gym we might join if we end up moving to Hilo. By the way, did you know there are no gyms in Hilo that are air-conditioned?
Here is a panorama of it taken by me standing parallel to the wall, taking one photo, moving over some, taking another photo, and so on, and then stitching them together in Photoshop. Rather, me telling photoshop to stitch them together and it doing a great job of it.
One can click HERE to get the full version of this panorama (7MB).
Here are the individual features of the panorama.
I imagine, but don’t know, this references the culture and tradition of Hawai’ians, possibly tying it back to Tahiti.
This next mural is less a mural and more a painting on a couple of boards on the side of a building at the Old Kona Airport state recreation area, where we walk every morning.
The same is true for this next shot . . . taken with my phone and not strictly a mural. It almost looks like a canvas. That’s all I got right now, but will be adding more photos of murals as I acquire them.
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