Mourn For Me
In numerous economically depressed & disenfranchised neighborhoods in N.Y.C,
inhabited by predominantly people of color, the presence of R.I.P memorial wall murals,
unfortunately are commonplace, along side other omnipresent perennial structures: liquor
shops, funeral parlors, bodegas & Asian fast food shops.
R.I.P memorial wall murals are democratic in nature, no matter how diverse your walk
in life, no one is immune to being immortalized via a wall mural: musicians, some iconic,
police brutality victims, children, athletes, neighborhood locals, suicide and disease
victims, wrong place, wrong time innocent victims, the common hard working law abiding
woman/man, your mother, cousin, daughter and an overwhelming percentage of fathers,
uncles, brothers, grandfathers and potential future fathers.
As I encounter an R.I.P memorial wall mural, I’m always in awe by the magnitude and
artistic flare that went into these heartfelt & emotional portraits, whether life like or
caricatures. Seeing these various R.I.P memorial wall murals as another variation of
tombstones, my heart & compassion always goes out at the site of a commemorative wall,
whether I know them personally or not. Over time, encountering scores upon scores of these
R.I.P. murals leaves me overcome with a feeling of great sadness and a feeling of deep
loss as a people; so many perished lives and unfortunately, so many future lives that the
‘hood will consume due to a multitude of social, economical, political, racial and other
contributing factors.
As a compassionate human being, acute observer & photographer, I’m intrigued by this
kind of humanity, this compelling inner desire by loved ones, fans, strangers, friends,
biological as well as street family, to pay homage/reverence via commissioned & non
commissioning of beautiful, colorful & artistic memorial murals of the deceased, who
obviously have impacted them tremendously leaving a painful void in their hearts.