In worn areas of most big world mega-cities, there is street art, some commissioned, some spontaneous.
This art can occupy an entire wall like our sixteen foot lady. It can be part of a series of images on a parking lot wall like our two faced head. Street art has no pretensions. It doesn’t care about frames, security guards, tickets or reviews.
Street art is a delight. Street music is a delight. Street food is delicious. Street people are full of edges and angles. Street talk is coarse and poetic.
Art and artists fight around the world to move into public places so the human race can enjoy their muse. Gallery walls are too small, too exclusive.
What is sad is so few of these passing people look at the images they breeze by. You can look for free, as long as you want.
Why are we so busy?