Hi All... the way I got the name "Ann Hansen" from the tag over the door- try looking at it from an angle and only a few inches from your computer screen.
See if you can make out the letters, especially the "n"s and the "H". I'm not sure I'm right, but I think its closel Knowing a name really brings it into perspective.
When you have a car or house I hope some neighborhood kids say, "It should be legal to place paint on this worthless junk, they will either be wrecked or demolished anyways." It's the art of an abandond buiding that awes people. The fact that people have some respect for it and dont bring in cans of spraypaint deciding to do their own paintjobs. If you really must become an artist who uses a median of spraypaint, they do make canvas, posterboard, heck even paper for you to use, not buildings.
Who cares if they are spray painting on this run down mess anyway. People used to get labotomies here and somebody drawing on the walls in there having a good time concerns you. You people are lost. The place will be demolished anyway, it should be made into a legal place to paint, whatever you feel like.
Possibly somebody (maybe even a hobo) camped out in there one night, and wanted to sleep near an open window, so they brought in a bed from another part of the building.
I wrote a poem about DSH, called "Home on the Hill".
On this quiet hill upon which I sit
Great misery I suffer, I must admit
For this hospital which I now grieve
Upon this solumn autumn's eve
This palace, this castle, where many had died
Was shaped in the theories of Thomas Kirkbride
It housed a variety, homeless to insane
He thought up a system, and made it humane
With time, the large costs costs had exceeded the bills*
Today the Kirkbride stands tall still
I have, however, not yet had my fill
Of the home, my home, on Hathorne Hill.
You're right Truckie, this is in the administration building. I think the local DSH explorers pushed it into this nice room with no boarded windows from the wards, or at least someone told me a while ago. It might've been pushed out the window by now though.
You absolutely have my permission to feel that way. One of my (very) few virtues is my complete and total ability to admit that much of the time I DON'T have a clue. Anyone who thinks they understand all of this either has delusions of grandeur or is sadly misguided. However, the first step to knowledge is admitting you don't have all the answers. So at least I am on the road, wouldn't you say? :-)