I will probably write about 5pointz many times. I still really haven’t been able to figure out how to put all of my feelings into words. Of course there are the easy things that can be said. The irony of how something can be such a large part of its own demise. Reality, if 5pointz didn’t exist MoMa may never have come. If MoMa hadn’t come, maybe the hipsters would have stayed on the other side of Newtown Creek for a few more years.
And no, I really can’t define “hipster” but I am using it here as a catch all for the shiny people in fake vintage wear who exit Courthouse Square in droves on the weekends. The people who figured out how convenient Long Island City really is to the rest of the world. Some say that is the natural progression of a city and I suppose it is, but progress is not always positive, no matter how the package is sold.
Promises were made that have already been broken, the owners acted in bad faith and with epically stupendous short-sightedness. I guess I am a dreamer, but there were many visions that could have been profitable for all involved but as is the nature of our society the need for instant gratification, greed and arrogance won the day.
I can pretend that business will be hard going forward, but with friends in high places and an ever hungry market, money will still be made. So if such a thing as Karma exists, I have many suggestions for re-births. Maybe as a cochineal scale, to be ground into a pigment, mixed into a paint and applied to a wall celebrating the 100 year anniversary of the 5pointz movement!
So let the gentrification continue, but don’t think for a moment that street art will somehow disappear into the sea of glass and steel.