Monday, June 6, 2016

On Terra Cotta Tile as a Four-Quadrant Tentpole

For a city founded on crass commercialism and factory-scale entertainment, there's a surprising amount of public art and creative ornamentation in the L.A. subway system. But perhaps unsurprisingly, in a town where every barista tries to slip you his Mr. Robot spec script along with your Iced Skinny Cinnamon Dolce Latte, even the fine art is trying to sell you an elevator pitch.

This tile, for instance, seems to depict an unnecessary sequel to Washington Irving's classic short story Rip Van Winkle, reimagined for the Millennial horror fan:
"What, again? How long was I asleep this--WHERE'S THE HELL'S MY PENIS?!"


Dr.BDH said...

Scott, I beg to differ. The squiggly lines around the figure are meant to imply motion. This is either a dancing Day of the Dead icon, or an attempt to depict both Muhammad Ali's Parkinsonism and his recent demise.

Scott said...

and his recent demise.

Ah! So just like the palantir of Orthanc, we now have the Fortune Telling Terra Cotta Tiles of the LA Metro.

Scott said...

And now that I think of it, Doc -- given how they found Richard III's remains under a parking lot -- this could be the recently unearthed skeleton of Theon Greyjoy.

Hank said...

On the other hand, this could be their tribute to William Castle -- and the Miracle of Emergo!

Debbi said...

That reminds me. I forgot to bring my spec script for Mr. Robot to the In-N-Out Burger!


Just kidding. I'm not writing a damn spec script. I'm going to write my own damn series! Tee hee! :)

That's my Doctor Evil laugh! :)