Of course, that lesson for the day doesn't have much bearing on today's post, except to give me a chance for a small vent on the unfairness of the universe. What I had in mind originally was to contrast the decorative style of Bank of America vs. the Chase, at least on Gurley Street. The Navajo rug above sets the scene. It greets customers as they enter the Bank of America.
Other Arizona Indian art work on another wall -- paintings and a katchina.
Still more katchinas look down from above the wainscoting...
... and more. Some quite ferocious.



Curious -- I didn't see a single clown figure. Perhaps clowns are too frivolous for a respectable bank.
The lobby also features a handful of paintings.
And the corner fireplace completes this warm interior with a strong sense of place. You know you're in Arizona.
The contrast across the street is stark! My bank, which was the Valley when I arrived in Prescott, has totally erased any identification with the locale. It is angles, panels and all business. Nary a single piece of art work, although that display of old photos of the bank at the rear entrance hasn't disappeared.
Admittedly, you don't do business with decor -- but with people and I've had nothing but the best of treatment at both banks. On the other hand, it's special to have katchinas and beautiful weaving to look at when you're stuck in a long line.Then there is the troubadour who sometimes shows up at the Chase of a Saturday...
Later Note: I was reminded that those handsome Indian arts and artifacts were most likely acquired long before the BofA itself acquired the Bank of Arizona. However, a pat on the back for keeping the artwork on display for customers to admire and enjoy.