Street Art Part 2

(Googly eyes added to a painting) 

Even if you don't pay attention to street art you've probably see some KUSH pieces. They are memorable because they use repetition and continuity. 

Street Art Part 1

Street art is not just a nice way to say graffiti, it isn't necessarily vandalism either.  It's any art form that can be found in a public space. Spray paint, wheat paste, installations, you name it - street art can be done with any kind of medium. It doesn't even have to damage property. Though sometimes it does, I'm not advocating it. Winnipeg has a pretty cool street art scene going. We also have a  Graffiti Gallery , which is amazing. If you've never seen an exhibit there I'd highly recommend it. 

 I like the idea that any message you want to convey can be said through street art. It can be used to comment on politics, the environment or society. It doesn't need a serious message though, it can be funny or beautiful.

I have spent a lot of time wandering around back alleys and dumpsters looking for street art. (That seems weird when I admit to it...) 

                                                      So here's a few of my favourites:

Hipsters, Bars, Restaurants, Homes, Homeless, Theatre, Art, Osborne Village

Osborne Village is crowds of people, it’s the sound of cars outside lulling you to sleep, it’s the apartment on River where you fell in love, it’s sirens throughout the day that remind you someone could always be in danger, it’s looking through records with your brother. 

Osborne Village is shops with dresses in the window that are too expensive, it’s getting asked for change and you always think you’ll say no but then you empty your pocket, it’s walking across the bridge at 3 a.m. when it’s too late for people to be out but there’s people still out, it’s eating spicy peanut soup.

Osborne Village is renting a movie even though you could download it for free, it’s watching cyclists get hit by cars, it’s police dancing with your hula hoop, it’s getting a tattoo, it’s waking up in the middle of the night and sharing cookies with your neighbour.

It’s somehow the best and the worst at the same time.