Wordless Wednesday

Weekend Wandering

Some of the great bloggers I follow regularly do weekend wanderings. I do too, but seldom document them. Last weekend however, I went to see a great number of graffiti artists re-decorate a derelict industrial estate in Stockholm’s southern suburbs. Some top world artists were there and it was just so interesting to watch the artwork take form. I was there for a few hours on Friday and Saturday. The Friday was miserably cold (4 degrees. At least it was plus 4) and not many spectators were there. The Saturday was nice and sunny and the place was packed out. Some great images were erased to make place for new ones. This is one aspect of graffiti that I really like: transient artworks that can be enjoyed for now but that does not necessarily have to remain for ever and a day. Not to mention that it does not become collectors’ items that can only be enjoyed by the super rich.

Artwork in progress

The Model

Artist taking taking a rest

The cock

Artist getting ready for action

Artist under attack

Fox taking shape

Was Terry Pratchett a graffiti artist?

This dog was erased to make way for new art

Floating on the wall

Sort of afloat in the graffiti world. From a derelict industrial estate south of Stockholm where graffiti artists can paint (and re-paint) the exterior walls to their hearts content. The interior of the estate is reserved for invited artists. Next week-end some 170 graffiti artists, including some of the top European artists, will re-decorate the whole area!

Big Brother Sees You

Street art as a homage to internet surveillance? An image of PRISM? Do I believe Obama and other leaders assuring me that there’s no violation of my personal integrity  in the loving care of their various national security organizations’ surveillance efforts? Eh, well… don’t want to be paranoid, but if past performance is a guide to the future, then, umm…

Graffiti on a wall on a side street not far from where I live.

The Escape

I’m not escaping quite in this fashion… just fleeing south to fill up the vitamin D stores, not by ingesting pills but by exposing my winter pale skin to glorious sunshine.

Since there’s a bit of yellow on one of the bars, I recon it can be a contribution to Ailsa’s Travel Theme: Yellow. Maybe not all that obvious, but this time of the year it’s difficult to get any color at all save for grey.