Jan 8, 2008 :: Edgewood Avenue to Wylie St.It was a graffiti afternoon for some reason. Damp, dusky, cool, and luminescent with that golden-hour light. These are some of the things we pass on the way home from the train every day. I love how the continual painting and re-painting has made it look as if the wall on Krog street is bleeding. I like the fact that someone painted over some well-drawn and well-thought art with a crappy smiley-face parallels the graffiti argument--is some of it art? Is all of it art? Is some of it crap? And the tunnel is always a good subject. The south-facing entrance has somehow been ordained the political face. A plug for Ron Paul sits over the entrance, and anti-war sentiment covers the pillars.
A side note: we walked a LOT yesterday. Quickly. So quickly my shins hurt and I can feel my body rebuilding muscle. It's an interesting feeling. I'm tired, worn a little, but I feel great. Can't wait to do it again tomorrow.
2 comments:
WHY do people always have to ruin the good graffiti with their crappy handwritten sentiments?! That happens here all the time, and it is SO frustrating.
Yeah. I despise that. It's almost as if they're jealous of the effort it took. But I also kind of think that there's a part of that graffiti mantra that has so much to do with putting your mark over-top something else, that it makes sense. Not good sense, but, there it is.
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