street art

Raining and muggy, my first thoughts getting off the bus were, “don’t slip….don’t slip…don’t slip.” Once we entered the street art museum, I was overcome with an odd smell, weather it was B.O. or not I’m not sure of, the heat of the bodies in one room was unbearable. I felt like I was in a prison staying inside I was going to melt, going outside meant I was going to get drenched.  So I ventured off to other not so crowded  parts, while exploring I noticed very odd pieces of work some made me oooo and ahhhh, others made me think now would they go and do that to Daffy Duck. I met a women who explained to me how one artist finished a massive piece of work within an hour or so, when she told me on the outside I was shocked and amazed, on the inside I was thinking “yeah right lady,” she then went on and told different stories about different pieces, then within a split second she disappeared, vanished, gone in the blink of an eye. Some pieces I had to take a second glance at, why? I’m not sure, but some deserved a second look, the details many of the artist used were jaw jropping, some of the pieces looked as though the artist were under the influence but everyone needs a muse. I marveled at the creativity these individuals had, never in my life would I be able to even attempt such work. One picture covered an entire corner and half of two walls, this piece was a simple black and white piece yet the details were incredible. The eyes this painting had were ere, it had two large eyes, then multiple eyes above each, but it had an Aztec theme. The ere part was when the lady we had met told us the story behind the piece is what had given me chills. Once the rain had stopped we exited the museum and saw the pieces outside. One piece of a tiger blew my mind on how well this piece was done on such

 a large scale. I question how long these pieces took and how much time these individuals have on their hands.