Most people ride the People Mover and never look up. i ride it to look up. I spent a week sketching the People Mover stations, and they hold one of the best public art collections in the country, hiding in plain sight above the turnstiles. Irene Walt and the downtown art commission set this in motion back in 1984, placing major works by American artists in thirteen stations. You pay seventy-five cents and ride a gallery around a loop.
The statinos I keep returning to
Each platform has its own pull, and I have favorites I draw again and again. A few that filled my sketchbook:
- Fort/Cass,where Farley Tobin set over 30,000 tiles, some glazed with ash from the Mount St. Helens eruption
- Huntington Place, with Larry Ebel and Linda Cianciolo's Venetian glass cars from Ford, GM, and Cord
- Financial District, where Joyce Kozloff's ceramic letter D forms out of a bull and a bear
Drawing mosaics is impossible (and good for you)
You cannot really draw a mosaic, and trying anyway is the whole point. Thousands of tiny tiles refuse to become smooth lines, so my hand learns to suggest instead of describe. I block the big color masses first, then let the edges stay rough and broken. The work taught me restraint, the quiet discipline of leaving things unfinished on purpose. A glass mosaic is already pixelated by hand, and that frees you. Up close it is just grout and chaos. Step back six feet and the figures snap into focus, and learning to draw at that distance, trusting the gaps, changed how I handle every busy scene.
The light is half the piece
These stations were built to glow under fluorescent light, and the glass throws it back at strange angles. I time my visits, because the same Kamrowski mosaic looks cold at noon and almost molten at dusk. Charles McGee's Blue Nile, painted on aluminum at Broadway, is the only true painting in the system, and it changes mood with the crowd around it.
A moving gallery
The train keeps moving, so I sketch in bursts between stops, half from memory. That pressure does something honest to the line, stripping out the fuss. Renaissance Center even backs Marshall Fredericks' bronze ram with handmade Pewabic tile, and Pewabic turns up all over this city if you watch for it. The same hunt for overlooked Detroit beauty keeps pulling me back to the Spirit of Detroit. Look up more. The city left art on the ceiling.
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