Urban art. Street art. Graffiti. Call it what you want. Some
of it is crappy scribble with as much charm as dried dog pee streaks on a fire
hydrant. But some of it is brilliant, compelling and even beautiful. I’ve often
been fascinated with it – trying to take it all in, say, as a train speeds by
at a crossing – a rolling mural; a portable mural. When my daughter and son in law were in France and Italy last
spring, they took some great pics of the street art they encountered. It
inspired me to take a closer look at what these guerilla artists are producing.
As I walk around Silver City, I see some wonderful stuff. Check
it out.
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