Spray-can art was once prolific in certain areas of downtown Denver, but not many people noticed the often prophetic work. Construction crews soon arrived and built temples of entertainment. City fathers christened them with names of commerce.
Faced with fierce social pressure to convert, we sometimes join the hordes of pleasure seekers in their temple (next page), where the beer is pricey but cold and home runs are plentiful.
Around the corner from the city’s newest viaduct, relics of spray-can beauties sometimes accost the aimless with strange, unnerving smiles.
Before developers and city hall cronies eager to serve them discovered Denver’s Central Platte Valley, this vast area in the heart of Denver was an urban wilderness, frequented only by hobos, spray-can artists and adventurers. The valley’s topography included old foundations, concrete walls and makeshift bunkers, which became the canvas for moonlighting painters. Hiking the valley was an adventure, filled with wonderful artistic discoveries. Today, an amusement park sits on this site.