I’m out of my depth here. I don’t know anything about bikes. So I’m not going to try to describe the bike bit. I’m not even going to make jokes about road hogs – after all, this one seems to be a bit of a sweetie.
The humour, the juxtapositions and the colourful reflections on the gleaming chrome made this street art irresistible so I lingered around it, trying a variety of different angles and detail shots. I love the snout and the curly tail.
I was surprised to find the chrome so alluring – it tapped in to my love of pattern, but there was something more.
It took me a while to tear my eyes away from the chrome long enough to enjoy the effect created by glimpses of the mysterious, cloaked figure and the cartoon eyes of Yosemite Sam.
You can spot me in the reflections in some of these pictures, but I don’t really mind that: in a weird way, my legs and fingers just add an extra layer to the many hands, legs and eyes in the artwork on the wall.
The colourful streaks on the chrome seem painterly and iconic combined with the Harley-Davidson® logo.
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Credits
‘Hog’
by Bob Wade
for hopecampaign.org
Photographed at the fascinating South Austin Popular Culture Center in Texas.
My dad drove Harleys. HOGs stand for Harley Owner’s Group. He had a patch on his leather jacket that said so, vague memory of childhood. Sadly he died on one, but then he was doing what he loved so that is how I think of it. This art work is fascinating to me…I can see why you had trouble tearing your eyes off it. Must be amazing in person.
I didn’t realise HOG had another meaning. It reminds me of an interviewee who explained that LOTUS meant Lots Of Trouble, Usually Serious. But I’m so very sorry to hear about your dad.
I am so fine with it. I was a young girl and really had a time of grieving when I was a young adult. I had a fantastic stepfather growing up and fond memories of my biological dad. Thank you for your kind thought.
I’m glad you told me a little more. It must have been tough, but fond memories and a great stepfather sounds like a good combination.
Indeed. Thanks for your understanding.