Signs are pretty useful. Sometimes they convey the obvious and sometimes the strange, other times they warn of danger or ask you buy someone’s product. I often think of signs in terms of art.
My dad would be 90 years old tomorrow had he not been dead for the last 21 years. Pop was a sign painter whose work made me come to appreciate signs as an art form. I think of how he used to cut patterns of letters and use a bag of chalk to leave an outline on a sign board onto which he would paint. And holy cow! Out came art.
I was cursed with not being able to draw a straight line, nor could I ever color inside those lines. I always admired my dad for being able to turn out letters so perfectly crafted. No matter how much booze he had the day before, he could still paint with precision and with a steady hand. It was amazing. But he was quite an amazing fellow in my eyes.
Are there too many signs? Yes. But are there too many works of art? I guess that would be in the mind of the beholder. Are all signs works of art? Hell no. Did I forget what point I was going to make? Apparently. Oh well, I’m sure it will come to me at 2 a.m. along with all the other brain clutter. Meanwhile, follow the signs to wherever it is you want to go. And have a hell of a good trip going there!