Once upon a (not so long) time, I promised you more pictures of local street art by talented youngsters. Here they are. As atypical parents who like showing their children all the facets life has to offer, we got them to climb over wooden pallets and walk through broken glass and empty aerosol cans into abandoned buildings to discover a whole different kind of art. Needless to say, they loved it. I’ll be back tomorrow with some more writing. Now pull out the popcorn and dim the lights….
These are my own photos. You can visit the artists’ website at http://www.jeaze-resa.com/
This week’s photo challenge caused me a serious problem. The title is culture. I was confused, as culture for me is a hotchpotch of different ideas I couldn’t quite put my finger on, let alone illustrate or immortalise in a picture. What exactly is culture? How is it defined? Can one picture alone express the essence of culture?
I hesitated a long time before finally going out in the rain to take this photo yesterday. The derelict gymnasium in our village has been decorated by young local street artists. They are talented, and their culture will inspire until it is either replaced by another painting, or the wall disappears.
On the wall, once constructed for a purpose and now a reuseable concrete support for expression, there is this artistic contribution to culture. The depiction of the culture we may leave for our youngsters: a landscape of broken, half-demolished buildings that were once the pride of their workers. The bleak prospect of a monochrome world where the sky alone provides colour and warmth. The harmonica-playing man looks out at you. His eyes speak volumes about the sad world he has been painted into, asking for help to escape into the green grass of the real world that tickles his knuckles……..
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