An Old Site, Revisited
On one of my prior wanderings, I came across a building with a ton of great drawings covering almost all the doors. I started taking photos, and noticed another woman standing nearby doing the same. We fell to talking, and I found out that she was an artist. Her name was Suzanne, and she was one of several artists who had a studio space inside the building. Turns out, the owner decided to sell, and all the artists were on the way out.
By a stroke of chance, Suzanne and I were at the same place at the same time.
Well, I can’t believe it’s been over a year. But I found myself at the same building again. Looking over the pictures I took today and comparing them with what I saw a year ago makes me pretty sad. Take a look for yourself:
In this image here, I heard two guys working inside the building. I called in, and asked a bit about the demolition (I mentioned having been by the building a long while ago, and I secretly hoped that the drawings were on the other side of the door).
The man I spoke with had a slight Italian accent, and was incredibly nice to me. He was fine with me crawling inside, but when I asked to take some pictures, he shook his head and refused. I tried to explain why I wanted the photos, and tried convincing him I had nothing but good intentions… but he told me his boss wanted him to keep everyone away. Even after his initial refusal, I tried pushing him again, asking permission. But no go.
I would have loved to have gotten a few shots of the interior. But honestly, seeing the insides gutted out would probably just make things a lot sadder. Looking at the doors on this building now, it looks like somebody just painted over them. What a shame. What a waste.