Our break from all the otherwise predictable medieval architecture so much a part of our European experience was as different as it was unexpected.
I personally prefer the social, cultural, or political statements that question the existing
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. 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 environment to the more personal ads targeting a specific group or lifestyle. A favorite was Vienna’s unique brand of street art, the dynamically colorful steps outside the Museum of Modern Art. 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!? 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. You may not think this street art, but these two appealed immensely to Jimmy and me. 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. 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. Call me a dinosaur, but when art is knocking at my door, I certainly enjoy inviting him into my day.
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