Many of you instinctively realize that, yes, there is something uglier than even the River Street sign. And it is right here in downtown Santa Cruz, a mere two blocks down the street (from the much-loathed River Street sign), nestled beneath the also-ugly Town Clock. I refer, of course, to that mock-Guernica, Frankenstein-in-bronze, anti-war statue we are forced to endure every time we want to drive to the bank, or across the Water Street bridge to go to the gym.
Iâ€™m sorry to offend the sculptureâ€™s perpetrator, but this is a flagrant waste of good bronze. In a town that likes to congratulate itself on being an artistâ€™s enclave, how in Godâ€™s name did such a mind-numbingly ugly eye-sore find such a prime location? Just because someone with good intentions assures you that they have an important artwork to showcase â€” donâ€™t believe them until you see the evidence. The road to hell is paved with people promising to sell you perfectly nice bridges.
Here’s another view – exhibit B, if you will.