I have obviously been off my blogging game recently. It's funny.. how I was reluctant to start this up again, and now I get this nagging feeling on a daily basis like I have this unattended responsibility when I slack off.
Let's just say, I've angered many a line of traffic to slow down and read graffiti in my day. I am enamored by it and I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's the idea that someone stood right there on the sidewalk (or hung right over a bridge, etc.) and no one stopped them as they decorated the outer walls of some public area. It's not the quick spraying of a four letter tag name that intrigues me.
It's the graffiti that makes you think. The stuff that tells a story. The inspirational phrase that gets me through the day simply by driving under a certain bridge.
This Scampi fellow from New Zealand caught my eye on Street Art Utopia.
This picture really made my mind reel. All I could think was, 'what you water, grows.' This had me spinning into an all out self-reflection of the things I have watered in my life and those that I've left to welt. Scampi certainly has me doing a little mental gardening.
Hopefully, I have a good camera in my future. I have been dreaming up this blogpost about my favorite art pieces around town. I really can't wait to share a drive through the art gallery that is Atlanta. I'll send you off with something I did find on my own, venturing through Little Five Points years ago. This one spoke to the journalist in me (and the skeptic, too).
