Sell your body
Sell your soul, Prenzlauer Berg
Dirty hands
TOBO, Mauerpark
This one had me confused for minutes, before I could take a picture. Some electricity house thingy, or whatever they are for, in Niederschönhausen. Just look at this?!
Postcards from Berlin #12
Sell your body
Sell your soul, Prenzlauer Berg
Dirty hands
TOBO, Mauerpark
This one had me confused for minutes, before I could take a picture. Some electricity house thingy, or whatever they are for, in Niederschönhausen. Just look at this?!
You get to know a different side of a city through its street art. Beautiful collection.
Thank you
Wagnificent!
HuMom is a born & raised city gal now living rurally & your pawtacular blog helps relieve her occasional homesickness 🐾💜
Thank you for both the dedication & for creating your pawsome blog ‘bekitschig’🐾💜🐾
The Dystopian Future generations tethered to the Matrix. Walking Click baits unable to experience the present current time.
Very good. Your concept of street art is similar to mine. “Anything on the street or visible from the street” (A frisky day at the Alex)
Tschüss. (Have a Kitsch week-end)
J’adore your blog, so thank you very much for the kind words. Art is always in the eyes of the beholder and capturing street art (in the broadest sense) is important as it was not make to last. Charing these pictures is somehow preserving them.
Viel dank! I am honoured. 🙂
And you are totally right, taking photographs is the only way to preserve this “renewal” of art.
(My personal theory is that street art is resuscitating art after the dead end of cubism and Pollock) (By dead end I mean no disrespect, just that it was impossible to do anything after Braque and Picasso had “deconstructed” art. The “streetarters” are rebuilding it.
Schöne wochenende…
Your idea is very interesting, as Streetart varies from artsy, to beautiful, to decorative or political, l’art pour l’art. You say Pollock, I say Duchamp. When it has all been deconstructed, makes for plenty of new possibilities. Thank you for this positive outlook!
I agree about Duchamp. He was the end. Pollock (whom I like very much) was one one the final “steps”.
Bitte schön. (Actually a few years ago, I was convinced Art was dead. It’s only street art that made me change my mind. And you’re right the variety of “purposes” of street art gives it more strength.
Tschüss.