“Street art is nothing else but urban poetry that catches someone’s eye. Being a street artist is impossible because the city itself is the artist.” Christian Guémy AKA C215
During early Sunday morning I strolled in and nearby the street Bahrenfelder Steindamm and found astonishingly a lot of creative images and graffitis in a quite small radius.
On our last day of vacation in the Alps I was lucky to discover today even here a little bit of street-art at a quite remote place in the city of Lienz being situated in Eastern-Tyrole, a more rural area with a lot of nature and mountains – so rather untypical mosaic stones of this very nice Austrian region.
Another short trip to the fascinating street-art of Portugal leaving a lot of place for possible interpretations …..
Painting in the waiting area of a bus station at Burgau / Portugal
Graffiti on an old unused house at Lisbon / Portugal
Painting on a distribution box at Lagos / Portugal
Every picture can tell a story unrecorded by our nearest ancestors, but we never know in advance where this busy metropolitan tale will finally lead us. The mysterious symbols of this traffic are chasing us criss-cross the city, and when reaching the beginning of the narrative race again, all has changed like a never-ending dreamy game. However, the message should be so imminent and clear ….
…. but then from time to time a freezing wind of anxiety and refusal may bounce into our blindsided faces, like an invisible wall it waited around the corner. The diverse colours of the world disappear immediately and a howling tempest divides everything into a simple black and white one-way road. A somehow dateless fear of the unknown and strange wants to take control of our mind but we have to resist and move quickly forward into the sunny outland in order to escape this pack ice of life.