Seattle artist makes plywood boards blossom
‘Never did I think I’d get a canvas like this,’ says Malcolm Procter, a painter and designer.
SEATTLE — When most people look at the thousands of sheets of plywood that encase storefront after storefront in Seattle, they see a city ravaged by coronavirus lockdowns and break-ins.
Malcolm Procter sees a canvas.
Last week, the 32-yearold street artist and clothing designer dipped a brush in white paint and considered the plywood that covered a shattered display window at Nordstrom downtown department store.
Soon, Procter filled the expanse — about the size of a cinema screen — with lines and squiggles. The distinctive patterns matched shapes bleached into Procter’s cap, coat and pants, camouflaging the 6-foot-1 dreadlocked artist atop a stepladder as a mural emerged.
“Never did I think I’d get a canvas like this,” he said. “This is a dream spot for sure. I’m going to bring my grandma out.”
Procter has joined an assortment of artists trying to paint Seattle back to life.
Some of his works, including the Nordstrom mural, are commissions that come with stipulations — in this case, no words or overt political messages. Others have been passion projects on panels he claimed before other artists could get their brushes on them.
Thousands of boards are still bare, but everyone from graffiti taggers to would-be Picassos are claiming locations fast.
“I’m trying to get as many spots as I can,” Procter said. “This kind of painting is disaster relief.”
His most coveted piece wraps around the corner of a brick building in the Capitol Hill district. He has labored to defend it, first from taggers and then from activists known as Black Blocs. “The first time those people hit it, I found out who the dude was, and he was cool,” he said. “Next, the Black Blocs tagged it. Some people call them anarchists. But everyone is quick to call everybody anarchists.”
Braving tear gas, Procter worked amid violent clashes between protesters and riot police, who struggled to guard a precinct on the same block before boarding it up and leaving — yielding six blocks that have been dubbed the Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone.
Television coverage of the zone has included images of Procter’s shiny 8foot-tall mural. It features his hallmark symbols in yellow, against broad horizontal stripes of red, black and green — the colors of the Pan-African movement, which seeks to strengthen solidarity in the African diaspora.
Procter, who is African American, rarely gets more political than that. He said he shared outrage at the killing of George Floyd in Minneapolis police custody last month, but he has not marched in the protests. On Sunday, he returned to dab white “struggle flowers” on the mural in the renamed Capitol Hill Organized Protest zone, as protesters and partiers milled about.
Born and raised in Seattle — his mom a postal carrier and his dad a Boeing test-flight computer programmer — Procter found his artistic sensibilities in graffiti, painting bridges, buildings, train cars and freeway ramps.
As a youth, he was caught among a group carrying spray cans and sentenced to 200 hours of community service.
He fulfilled the obligation by signing up for the Washington Bus Project, which registers young voters, and then moved on to a variety of jobs.
After “live painting” over the years by nightclub bands and at private parties, he found his niche as a selfstyled artistic entrepreneur.
Last year he joined other clothing designers opening a store in the Chinatown district, where he’s become a familiar character as he works on the sidewalk out front, bleaching patterns into clothing. His shapes and symbols evoke African mud cloth, a style of dyed fabric traditional in Mali. Paul Nunn, projects lead at Urban ArtWorks, a nonprofit organization underwriting public works of art, said he sees people wearing Procter’s clothes around Seattle and follows his works on Instagram.
“He’s totally found his mark,” said Nunn, who chose Procter for the Nordstrom project as part of a mural-painting initiative funded by the Downtown
Seattle Assn. Procter, a free spirit accustomed to a casual pace, was scrambling this week to fulfill all his commitments.
There was his own boarded-up storefront to paint, primed in purple to hold the spot.
Fortune Garden restaurant wanted him for a seafood-themed work across from one of his first plywood paintings, a noncommissioned four-panel display bearing the phrase “We are alive” and “Ohana,” a Hawaiian word meaning “family” in a broad sense.
Then there was the piece he’d promised the Louisa Hotel apartments, a portrait of Ernestine Anderson, the late jazz and blues singer whom his grandfather knew. At the Nordstrom mural last week, Procter stepped back to review his progress.
He worked on as darkness fell, spraying a gold streak on each white symbol surrounding the mountain. The spray paint glowed, illuminated from above by lights on a fractured plateglass canopy. A golden circle stood out. Sun? Moon?
“I’m not sure yet,” he said.