there’s a street here in Lancaster, California that stands out among all the others. in this desert suburb where the walls are empty reminders of the plain, under-developed landscape, and the cookie-cutter houses stand like cloned monuments to banality, Glenraven Rd. is a breath of fresh air. it’s a long, windy road, lined with shady trees and classic houses, varying in architecture and personality. it reminds me of home, of the hidden streets in the hills of Silver Lake, or the glorious neighborhoods near Windsor Square. an evening ride through this street feels like going through Griffith Park, scents included. so I always wanted to put something up here, as a sort of love letter to this street, but I couldn’t figure out what. the name “Glenraven” sounded so gothic and medieval, that I thought I should just pay homage to that.
I drew a two-foot tall raven that you probably wouldn’t notice unless you were on bike, walking, or driving really slow, (which is personally,the ways this street should be enjoyed). it’s done in pen, Sharpie, and acrylic paint, and wheatpasted on that box. surely, it won’t be up for very long, but it’s pasted in a spot that if you follow the raven’s glance, is looking right at a sign that reads ‘Glenraven Rd’