Follow the Rabbit
Life messages from the streets
As you’re aware, I have a great joy in capturing street art, be it graffiti or otherwise. Every place I go, I try to get at least one or two shots of what people deem worthy of public display. Sometimes, it’s prurient, and at other times, it’s delightful in subtext and drama. However it presents itself, it’s again the sign of a living, breathing organism that we call “society,” and I’m grateful to be able to record it.
Each alleyway and byway in Barcelona has its application of art. From stickers such as what you see above to the manic scribbles of ink, pain, and paint elsewhere, there’s an awareness that this city is a living, breathing canvas, not a static embodiment of gothic or medieval character. If the architecture doesn’t scream this reality, the various artists that have resided here, from Gaudí to Picasso, certainly do. The streets, corners, and walls do the same, crying out with their voice, their measure of importance to rage against the machine of capitalism and corruption, religion and rebirth, and the sensuality of human experience.
Indeed, there’s an audaciousness, bold and unabashed, that confronts you. These are, after all…
