Friday, November 11, 2011
On my love for street art and a few rad ones I've chanced upon
People always ask me why I love street art. Honestly, I don't really have an answer to that. All I know is that every single time I see one on a drive I crane my neck as far as I can, make sure I remember the street number and promise myself I would go back to check it out and take a photo. It's something I can't really explain, an instant attraction like what most little girls have towards pink and purple. ALTHOUGH! There are some people that would say that there IS an explanation for most things, if you look deep enough. So I guess... I'll try.
Maybe I love street art because it's raw, it's expressive, it speaks in volumes, it expresses beliefs, it shows values, it defines a neighborhood. There's a story to each one: who put it, when they put it and why they put it. Did they sneak in in the wee hours of the morning with spray paint hidden in their bags? Did they get caught by the cops and made a run for it? It's daring, it's an adventure, it's a statement.
I love it because it's not permanent. It deteriorates, it's painted on and erased. Discovering one becomes magical when you know you might not see it again. It has become for me, a treasure hunt - extremely addicting and fulfilling (so far I love what I've found.) :)
Here are a few I saw while walking around the Meat Packing District in NYC. Enjoy!
Which ones your favorite?
In Tolkien's words, not all those who wander are lost.