I believe art is transnational yet there are cultural nuisances and accents that makes its locality recognisable.
Therefore a collection of street memoirs, should be telling a story of mental anguish and litter, as it is left behind on streets of neighbourhoods prevailing their past.
The following collection is of street art, grafitti, musings that whispered something about yesterday, current and anticipatory constant.
Seeing strange features is somewhat an act of mindfulness.
The lockdowns of our past brought us closer to the act, for both entertainment and survival.
Unusual features are part of our everyday lives. Noticed in familiar and in the new.
They are around us and surround us and given the moment, we can see more of.
The gallery portrays moments in time I too saw something that thought of as a huh moment.
What was your?
Found myself in Poros Island this September.
Found myself rowing with the local rowing club in the naval army unit on Poros Island this September.
Found myself walking very slowly I the evening, lying on a sun lounger during the day.
After a 2 year absence, carnival was back, bigger and better than ever.
Only love ❤️💚❤️💚
Cowboys and effigies 