I’ve been obsessed with street art for some time now.
There’s something about the bold colors and big curves that satisfy the senses, the wild strokes that excite the brain’s neurons. It is a freedom of expression, without a concrete set of rules, yet there is also precision and planning in creating the art.
Perhaps what makes street art even more poetic is that it is temporary. A piece of art can be there one day but gone the next; it can be replaced by another restless soul, desperate to make a statement for those will see, and listen.