Street art is what makes this city mine.
Walking around Northeast this past October, I came across a sight that called to me, because there they were: all these lovely little hearts, and a little fella and a lady, so romantically decorating boring brown service doors by the Terminal Bar. An October Valentine from the city, to me.
Street art captivates me because it is both intimately personal and completely anonymous. Street art is personal, because you only see it if you’re looking. The artist who creates these public works is making art for art’s sake, to enhance and augment the cityscape in accordance with the artist’s personal vision. Despite these personal perspectives, however, street art is profoundly anonymous…who stenciled those hearts?
And whoever did will never know I saw them.
But for the time before the piece is buffed away, there is a connection between the artist and the art, and the art and the self-selected audience. I see it, so it’s in my vision, and that stenciling transforms the utility doors into art, and mid-stride on the sidewalk, here I am, contemplating art, instead of ugly brown doors.