11 Spring Street Art Project Continues
Though the recent curation of street art covering the Candle Building’s façade is mighty impressive, the uniformity and precision felt a little like wallpaper. That’s why we were a little psyched to see some of Rambo’s musings among a few other random illegal additions. Earlier, one commenter requested:
“please, somebody do some fillins over all the wheatpaste as part of this final ‘art project.’ “
It looks like an answer to this request is in the works.
Click for panorama taken on Saturday, November 20, 2006.
yo fuck this street art hipster bullshit… i have no problem with the art itself but they go over true ILLEGAL graf writers with no respect for what was there before them… if they learned some respect maybe real writers would accept them as a part of the subculture, not trendy crap.
By wat son on December 14th, 2006 at 11:15 pmJust like punk rock & hip hop and every other subculture, graffiti has a lot of people who are really worried about what’s “true” and “real”. These are usually the people who hold back progress because they can’t think beyond the most elementary level. This is a LEGAL wall with the equivalent of pieces (more time & effort invested than a tag or fill-in). Pieces cover tags all the time. Let’s move on.
By chowtime on December 27th, 2006 at 6:31 pmI am a huge ass hole.
By bykenyan on January 6th, 2007 at 5:24 pmMy grandmother was insane and extreemly sick last autumn, and she stayed with us for about 2 months. During this time, both my mother and father had to leave. My dad’s mother came to stay with us. I used to like her better than my other grandma, but now I hate them both. They’re ignorant and old. I know I should respect them, but I can’t and won’t.
I now feel horrible. My grandmother got sick again and almost died. I wasn’t concerned in the least. She had been living with us for about 4 months and she bugged the crap out of me. I didn’t care that she was dying. Am I emotionally dead? Is this how lots of people feel, and just never say? Everyone else was worried sick, and I was Dissapointed when she got better and came back to live with us. What the hell is wrong with me?