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When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
There’s a lot to unpack in this piece — loose brushwork, layer upon layer, a frantic somewhat anxious details and an unusual color palette. There’s a pulsing radiating energy to the brain and even the whole piece. I’m not even sure it’s by a single artist or just a various people adding to the mix. I snapped this photo In December, so perhaps it’s serving as a metaphor for the last year representing our collective dread. Let’s hope we can shake it off and regain a bit of our self health in 2023.
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
Another piece from the deep archives. This is a closeup of a wheat pasted cut out printed on the bottom of a traffic pole. Beyond the glamour of the colors, there’s a distinct attitude in the position of her head and in her eyes. A wariness perhaps as she seems to be turning away but not looking away. Wearing men’s clothes but with red lipstick, she captures (demands?) the masculine without relinquishing the feminine.
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
Roving reporter @hopemanbob is on the job sending this beautiful mural shot from the west coast. Gorgeous red in the background with a mighty good dog on guard. The big head is a nice cartoon touch. Reminds be a bit of this mascot. From the artists @illuminaries.
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
One final piece from this pandemic plywood series. This one with a mix of things going on — the blue cover up, the pattern, the tag overlay, the phrase (stenciled?) and the broken black heart. A good use of the plywood as a reversed color in the pattern versus the heart where instead of drawing two halves, it’s a single heart split with gold. Perhaps that’s the whole point — the pattern of whole things broken and super understanding.
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
Another plywood piece from a boarded up storefront. Appreciate the question and think it’s interesting that the it’s covering the hearts. @tmjartscollective
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
The pandemic provided fresh new canvases along with the quiet streets to paint. This piece is a bit sinister as it conjures the grim reaper, the angel of death calling for change. But change is often hard and we do resist. Perhaps that’s why the call comes from the dark. And is that a monocle? Somehow my brain says yes.
When I was young my parents would make me happy by doing something special for me. I would really like it if you would do it too. Please give your responses backwards.
A very nice single line piece with all the fluidity and style you could hope for. Look again to see all the details. Single line work like this has a confidence in vision. It’s like the city is reclaiming itself.
