One can’t wander the streets of Europe (or any continent, for that matter) without running across a bit of street art, that specifically visual form of public art more urban than suburban, more clandestine than sanctioned, more art than graffiti.
Our break from all the otherwise predictable medieval architecture so much a part of our European experience was as different as it was unexpected.
Our break from all the otherwise predictable medieval architecture so much a part of our European experience was as different as it was unexpected.
Are we all not beautiful souls trapped inside horrible bodies?
Granted, Jimmy and I were stepping into a mine field, certainly a field of expression that makes me a dinosaur, but that didn’t negate our surprise and subsequent curiosity. Appreciation might be too much to expect from a dinosaur; a chuckle perhaps, some confusion, maybe even an exchange of interpretations based on our individual perspectives. We each took away what our experience brought to this very public canvas of human expression. Isn’t that what makes art so personal, so provocative, so compelling?
I personally prefer the social, cultural, or political statements that question the existing
I personally prefer the social, cultural, or political statements that question the existing
Up, up and away from all this technology!
environment to the more personal ads targeting a specific group or lifestyle.
Psychedelic experience without all the smoke.
A favorite was Vienna’s unique brand of street art, the dynamically colorful steps outside the Museum of Modern Art.
The parade starts at the bottom of the steps.
Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia, was a mine field of colorful and clever expression on the streets, the abstraction and humor from society’s creative, albeit subversive common man, a universal language requiring little if any interpretation. After all, art is in the eye of the beholder, right!?
Yes, yes! I think I can still see your point.
If you’re a fan of my blog, you may remember seeing this clever rendition of street art before, a sculpture that plays to the past while sitting squarely in the present, as well as in the street.
Hole in one.
You may not think this street art, but these two appealed immensely to Jimmy and me.
Ah, my cheri. Come to daddy!
Personally, I don’t like street art that borders on graffiti. It usually lacks the nuances and/or sophistication that comes with depicting one’s ideas, thoughts or feelings visually. As the saying goes, a picture is worth a thousand words.
There's a lot going on here; I just don't have any idea what it is. Language barrier, perhaps?
And of course, being a dinosaur, my all-time favorite form of street art spoke more to the past than the present, was more about home and hearth, personal style and safety than it was socially relevant themes.
Expect to be grilled before entering this home.
Every room inside is also richly paneled.
Do these homeowners feel everything hinges on a good first impression?
Something to do with being stoned, perhaps?
Call me a dinosaur, but when art is knocking at my door, I certainly enjoy inviting him into my day.
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