In a way, graffiti and murals always seem to boil down to saying: “Hey! I exist!” I found these walking around in Dijon, partly in dark and dirty alleys – that’s why I decided not to enhance the light here.
As the days get shorter and the weather generally takes a turn for the worse, it sems that the little souces of light – albeit reflected light – become more conspicuous. | A contribution for this week’s Photo Challenge.
Just another contribution for this week’s Photo Challenge.
Photographing Graffiti: trying to turn pictures into pictures. The walls of Blankenese Lighthouse (Hamburg) were covered with layers of graffiti (‘gone over’). Framing parts of them into new pictures seemed to make sense … trying to bring to light whatever meaning the details might contain. [Jen, thanks for the Weekly Photo Challenge.]
Looking for traces of use and abuse around Wiesbaden’s former courthouse, I spotted these pictures painted on metal doors. I found them absolutely gripping, and immediately decided I had to show them to Jörg from Dosenkunst. Then I checked with his blog and found out he had photographed and posted them quite a while ago. So what was the point of photographing them again?
I told my wife I had to show her some photos of graffiti, and upon seeing them she replied: “Are you sure you want to call these graffiti? They are art!” So here’s another interpretation of art…