I’m told by folks with significant blogger miles under their belts that August can be a time to just go visual. Pictures only, let them tell the story. Enough of the words words words. Well, I do seem to be running out of narrative, at least what might relate to my original blogging impetus (Month Eight: hair growing back, ever so slowly…) So, yes. Let’s take a break. And I’ll get to show you some photos of the art in my home town that I keep finding, everywhere I go.
There’s also the commissioned mural art all over town. This is part of a delightful trompe l’oeil that festooned the exterior of the Harvard Square movie theater for years. Sadly, the theater has closed down, the art is taking a hit (at least someone whited out the “(S)not (F)art” tag), and I suspect Charlie and Marilyn will be long gone by the time this building turns into a cell phone store downstairs and invisible offices up above.
Well, there’s honor amongst taggers, I guess. This one gets messed with because, well, probably because street artists are annoyed with Shephard Fairey’s MO. That, or because he’s figured out how to make money (Remember those Obama “HOPE” posters, and the “OBEY stickers all over everywhere?) and how to get museums to throw gala openings for him. Or maybe it’s that just as the wheat paste was starting to peel away, and just when this mural was reaching the end of its predictable street life, a nice new tidy version got plastered up over it, thus removing this venue for other guerrilla artists. Or something.
And you have to check the back sides of street signs where I live. Lots of sticker art. Some pre-printed, some hand produced, courtesy of the post office’s generous supply of mailing labels. It’s a quick way to make a statement, artistic or otherwise.
There’s more, lots more, but I’m in NH with a touch-and-go internet connection. And hey, it’s only the 9th! Many more visuals of The Art I Love in the pipeline.