Mexican images (top 3): J Pride
Kester Avenue (bottom 2): hereinvannuys
In Central and Latin America many buildings are colorful and joyous. The entire spectrum is used, and the result is that people live among works of art. Many of the communities are not rich, but life is lived more richly.
By contrast, a lot of sunny Los Angeles is miserably gloomy and colorless. There are exceptions in certain neighborhoods like Silver Lake and East Los Angeles.
But the Valley carries the dull, pale stamp of the Eisenhower years when much of this smoggy bowl was over-developed. Burbank is a classic example of an area where a fear of strong hues (on stucco and skin) keeps the housing stock safely bland. Here in Van Nuys, along Kester Street and many, many other streets, 1955 lives on….the facades are beige and tan and off white–or whatever is considered least offensive. In the land of the free, we are imprisoned by a lack of imagination in our environment.
Dunn-Edwards should pay painters to come and redo these drab buildings in vivid shades. “Pinte su casa. Pagaremos a pintor.” It would be a community service that might earn the venerable paint company the respect of thousands who wait outside their doors every morning hoping to get a day of work.
Why not use the artistic and craft skills of the recent immigrants to create life, color and happiness in our communities? Even if that life speaks another language?




