Long Live Nevermore Park

Long Live Nevermore Park

by Sourdough Power

I will always consider Chicago my home. Growing up in the near by suburbs, I’ve loved going to its world-class museums on class field trips back in the seventies. In the eighties, as I grew into my teens, I would ditch school and take the South Shore Line into the city seeking adventure.

chicago skyline
Photo by Sourdough Power circa 2015

Chicago’s cultural diversity has always inspired me.

I simply loved it. The energy I felt from it. As a high schooler who loved jazz and blues music, I would sneak into Chicago clubs to hear live music. It blew my mind. Eventually I made friends with club musicians who were like, what’s this white boy doing in the club at 1am!?!

This is how I was introduced to Chicago’s South Side and cultural institutions like the Checkerboard Lounge, Kingston Mines, Buddy Guys’ Legends, even the Green Mill and Jazz Showcase.

I heard — and even met — some of Chicago's greatest players: Bo Diddley, Buddy Guy, Junior Wells, Koko Taylor, Otis Rush, James Cotton, Magic Slim. One night at Kingston Mines, I even met Bad, Bad Leroy Brown, The Baddest Man in the Whole Damn Town.

It was 1986 and I was 16.

Eventually, I moved downtown and graduated from Columbia College Chicago with a degree in graphic design. From 1993-2001, I worked as a commercial artist at many of Chicago's ad agencies and design firms. Most of my friends were artists — musicians, dancers, designers, entrepreneurs, etc.

I am sharing this personal history to help explain how Chicago and its people and culture have always inspired and propelled me — and still do today. Now, it shouldn't be surprising to hear how happy I was recently to get back to Sweet Home Chicago and visit Hebru Brantley’s NEVERMORE PARK.

He wouldn’t remember me, but I once met Hebru

It was the mid-aughts and we met through another Chicago artist, Linc Thelen. When we met, Hebru was preparing for an exhibition at Zhou B Art Center. I met FlyBoy for the first time that day too. Upon meeting and speaking with Hebru, it was clear to me he is a special dude and I loved his work.

flyboy painting by hebru brantley
Flyboy by Hebru Brantley

Since our chance meeting that day at Zhou B Art Center, Hebru’s career has exploded. And, I’ve become a dad. My wife and I adopted a girl named Eden and a boy named Ellis. Now, as a white guy married to black woman raising two kids-of-color, Hebru’s work as special resonance for me.

I want my kids to be inspired by FlyBoy and Lil’Mama.

I want my Eden and Ellis to be fearless and strong and proud and smart and cool — just like Flyboy and Lil’Mama. In fact, Flyboy and Lil' Mama stand tall on a shelve in my kid's rooms. I purchased each from Hebru's vinyl toy drops over the years. My kids love them. Maybe not as much as I do though.

boy with toy
Flyboy and Ellis

I'm only sharing this for context about my arrival last week at NEVERMORE PARK. I had been following its development on Hebru's socials and I was excited to see it for myself.

Immersive art pop-ups, sometimes called “museums”, have been all the rage in recent years.

Driven in part by our selfie-culture. But, who knows when and how it all started? Was it Barnum? Bailey? The Ringling Brothers? Steve Jobs? Gates? Zuckerberg? All the above?

welcome sign at nevermore
Welcome sign at Nevermore Park

Burning Man, Meow Wolf, Wynwood Walls and the Museum of Ice Cream are media darlings. Mattress Factory, Factory Obscura, Artechouse, Beyond The Streets, Sneakertopia are popular too. Now, enter NEVERMORE PARK in Chicago.

I was anxious to see how NEVERMORE PARK might compare to the aforementioned selfie-making machines. Fact is, I’m not young and/or hip. Taking selfies ain't my thing. Sure, I’ve taken a few selfies but I generally think photos are better without me in them.

Was NEVERMORE PARK going to be just another excuse for narcissism and selfies?

Or, was NEVERMORE PARK going to be engaging enough to forget myself and become immersed in a new and different world?

retrospective by hebru
The vision of Nevermore Park

Truth is, my experience at NEVERMORE PARK exceeded my expectations.

In fact, it was transcendent. NEVERMORE PARK transported me into a new and different world that was somehow familiar too. It was very compelling. I almost forgot I had a smartphone in my hand capable of taking photos!

the world of nevermore park
Entering the world of Nevermore Park

Yes, of course. I took a selfie under the king’s neon crown just like everyone else. But, the 6,000 sq. feet space was filled with such depth and texture, character and story, color and shape, sights and sounds, nooks and crannies, I simply hated to leave.

photo of sourdough power
My requisite selfie.

While some cynics might point out the rough edges, grit and grim of NEVERMORE PARK, I saw a rich world dense with wonder and delight, covered in a patina of humanity and packaged with magic and love.

wall art at nevermore
nevermore park
A world of delight and wonder.

Perhaps NEVERMORE PARK resonated because it transported me back to the Chicago of my youth? Before it was the home of Michael Jordan or Kanye or Common or Chance or Barack? Perhaps NEVERMORE PARK reminded of my adventures sneaking into blues clubs and hanging out with wise crackin’ bluesmen and cool ass jazz cats?

newstand installation at nevermore
Life back in the day.
old CTA map
Life before the Blue Line.

Yes, I could write about the various features, themes and elements of NEVERMORE PARK. But others will do that though. Fact is, you simply must experience NEVERMORE PARK for yourself. Not because of what you will see — which is awesome — but because of what you will feel. My bet is you will feel something special. I know I did.

Thanks Hebru. You’re a giant.

Nevermore Park
949 W 16th St, Chicago, IL 60608
@FlyboyUniverse
#NevermorePark

Scott Power

Scott "Sourdough" Power, Creator of NOT REAL ART

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