Google image “Street Art” and you’ll find great, amazing things. I follow a few street photographers : some of them “have it”, they show us an electricity, a life moment, a mood and a light.
Now I look at this two pictures. The movement in my brain is simple.
- I notice the knack. “Spiderman’s string is the crack on the wall”. “The puddle photography is upside down”.
- “Ha ha ha, OK”
- So what?
It’s as if the “artist” wanted, without any shame, to show us how crafty he is, how smart he is. So, you get the flick, you smile, and… SO WHAT.
Everybody needs to be loved, so you smile to Mister Crafty Crafty. Good job. You did it. And Spiderman, yeah, my childhood, etc. Ingenuousness. Cool.
I find it embarrassing. And I’m sure this person “can do better”, right? And know better.
OK. OK for the flick. But I prefer to discover a painted wall, or a picture taken in the street, to stop, to raise an eyebrow, to begin another process : a question, a wonder, another question, a resonance, a doubt, a will to no more, a sparkle of smile, a curiosity for the author, and his other pieces of work, a WAOW…
Better than a wriggling out knacky flick on my nose.
So I put the third picture – a modern “I want to be loved!”, but with wrong expectations, right?
So, to the end, I put a R. Burri “street photography”. A beauty, and a wonder…
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