I’ve just realized how much I enjoy finding art in unexpected places.
I knew decades ago that I liked seeing artwork done with spray paint on buildings that you may pass by on a walk somewhere or when the subway zips past the walls of businesses that some daring artist sees as a canvas–I’m reminded of something a friend wrote in his locker in high school: “Stop graffiti, not art”–but there’s something joyful about finding it elsewhere.
My family was walking through a nearby park yesterday when I noticed this artwork done on a thin metal sign post at the top edge of a rocky beach.
It was wrapped all around the post, just these character sketches, mostly variations of that top image, akin to what a cartoon or graphic novel artist may do for practice or for getting the feel of a new character.
I don’t condone the destructive defacing of property or particularly nature, but in the right place at the right time, artwork in unexpected places can be a good thing.