So I knew it was coming. But it is so hard to see it go. We had the farewell bash back in June and I had one of the best sessions there of my life.
I did skate camps there every year with Danforth. The kids had fun every time once they realized the potential of the park.
Whiting skatepark, the park that cracks skulls (7 people I know), breaks bones, shreds bearings and makes mice of men. The evil park that everyone complains about is finally gone.
Well, I loved it. I spent so many nights there solo, after work. Just getting all my frustrations out. It was me, my ruckus machine and the BP plant. The mixture of gnar transition, coping and pollution just makes this park loveable to me somehow. Whiting was the hidden gem, the diamond in the rough.
I learned so much at this park. I gave so much thought into learning how to ride it. How to get speed and get lines. I spent so much time contemplating the coping. How it looks so gnar but actually was not that bad. But then again, I loved how when you grind that coping, it grabbed the board and nearly pulled the board out from under you. The super loud bark that my trucks made each time I hit it.
You can’t just go up for a lazy 50/50 stall on top and expect not to get served. You had to go at it full speed and be half in half out. Then you had to get off of it and back into the bowl without dying.
This is the stage of demolition when I saw it last.
The big deep end is nothing but a mass of earth. Like crater or a bomb site.
I remember last year around this time I suddenly got this erie feeling. A bad feeling. I got all panic stricken and started to think, what if suddenly they took one of these parks away?? Well, they did.
A new park is in the works. There are good people involved in the process but ultimately it is up to the city of Whiting and people who do not skate.
The impossible happened. I, along with many others are dealing with it in our own way. It is a difficult time for me currently but I’ll keep on going. Not to worry!
I picked a few choice coping samples from the rubble, didn’t have the heart to get any before demolition. It just couldn’t do it..
I just hope they don’t dump the skatepark in the lake and then make the Shooter’s beach un-surfable with a bunch of rebar sticking up all over…. We’ll see what they do with this mess.
Ironically, I am doing a series about destruction and loss and demolition. This is in the background of many of my paintings. Not sure what that means. Art Imitates Life and vice versa?
So there it is, a pile of rubble. Many hours of blood, sweat, skin and urethane now gone.