in a burned warehouse
green eyes glare back suggesting
alien life force
“Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing. And even if you don’t come up with a picture to cure world poverty you can make someone smile while they’re having a piss.” Banksy, Banging Your Head Against a Brick Wall
I worked my way into a no go zone of sorts. A burned out business that has had a checkered past since the fire. Eventually it was closed off, but the signs of intrusion and recent dated ‘art’ were evident. An interesting combination (I am sure there is a more artistic/creative term) of urban decay and a canvas for many competing ‘artists’…even the failed ones. I will share more along the way. Banksy Creations
Today, while searching out a tradesman in an area full of vacant buildings, I came upon the usual ‘art’..tedious expressions I tire of seeing…reflections less of rebellion or creativity than self imposed ostracism and purposeful assault. But, that is another story.
No, I was at a dead end, surrounded by vacant buildings, abandoned and tired looking. There in a plot of dry, overgrown dirt nudged up against an old telephone pole was an effort by another type of artists, whose hands I doubt had touched a spray can of late. Flowers blooming, unattended, surviving with vivid contrast to asphalt, concrete, weeds and broken windows. Beauty surviving amidst the negative vibes. Nice