So this is another one of prettymycity’s work. Just a regular ol’ sunflower but nonetheless brings some much needed color to the decaying and wet river trail. This will be especially pleasant to look at come winter’s white and chilling hold.
Thanks for coloring my city prettymycity. I only wish street art like this were legal to make our daily routines even brighter!
Thanks for the big ups, bro. Carry the light!
Here’s some street art I found on my phone from over this past summer. It’s been cool unearthing pictures hidden away for a few months.
I like how you paired my butterflies with Jeremy Novy’s koi fish…he was my inspiration for this stencil. See http://prettymycity.tumblr.com/post/56778392766/
I know where I’m headed, when I get a chance…
Where can I get a can of this?
It turns out that much of the prehistoric European “stenciled hands” cave art - and possibly other painted works as well - was made mostly by women. I wonder what street art would look like today if it were dominated by women. Get up, sisters!
Artist uses dirty cars as his canvas…
I know what I’m doing with my next paycheck.
Absolute genius. I foresee a “Great Wave off Kanagawa” stencil in the near future…
It is not always pretty in my city…
This memorial is on the site of a recent murder near my house. The immediate area always seemed to me to be a vortex of instability. Until recently the houses leaned heavily, sinking into the ground. The uneven sidewalk still pools with mud. Peering into the nearby Forge you may catch a glimpse of deep green flames licking at some implement of Hephaestian craft. Blocks away in my basement I can feel the dull thud of the giant machines pounding hot metal into shapes and forms. I avoid this place on my walks.
The Neighborhood Watch page on facebook provided a link to the arrest record of the suspect. He was described as Native American. Right around this time I remembered hearing drumming and singing at night. I went to check it out, and saw by the light of a wood-fire a group of Native American men in someone’s back yard circled around their drum and beating it in unison. It reminded me of the drum circle at the Sikh Temple memorial earlier this month.
I met one of my Native American neighbors at the gym a few years back, and I told him a story about how my son - without any prior knowledge - invented a color scheme for the four cardinal directions, and how it matched the colors on the Native American medicine wheel. He interpreted this as a sign of the deep intuition of children. His thoughtful words touched me deeply.
I don’t know if the drum circle gathering I saw was related to the murder suspect, but if it was, and if the men in the group were at all like this man I met, then I’m sure there was great wisdom and healing there.
I saw a group of people gathering at this memorial not long ago. I hope they are finding peace as well.
Humboldt Park is full of magic…
I heard that gnomes, elves, and fairies could be found in the park and that some of them have taken up residence in the trees, so I went to see for myself. I wandered aimlessly at first, but a chorus of crickets chiding my wood-headedness told me where to find the lair of the Blue Fairy. I found her just before the dawn, while Orion could still be seen cartwheeling across the Southeastern sky. I chose his brightest star, and being careful not to say its name (beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetle…) I did as she bade me, and made a wish.