mural2 Presented for your consideration: a graffiti mural of a superhero. I don’t know who painted it, or when, but I can’t think of a better time to drag it out into the light than right now.

If you like graffiti murals—murals, not tags; taggers can barely write their names—then Long Beach and Signal Hill are pretty great places to live right now.

The minute the real estate market slowed, you could just hear taggers and muralists zipping up backpacks full of Krylon to spraybomb the vacant houses, abandoned factories and rolled-up newspaper buildings that the foreclosure crisis left to dry like tidepools when the money evaporated.

This piece is invisible from the street; it’s on public property, so off-limits it’s behind two Cyclone fences. I found it by accident the better part of five years ago, and I like the idea that some guy with his paint on his back sketched up a plan; showed up here unannounced to shoot it—probably at night—and then just left.

That reflects a certain level of commitment, staying up all night and dodging cops to get your shit done.

It’s dangerous, in the way that some of the best art always is, and most people don’t understand it, which is kinda cool.