I am not an artist in any way, shape, or form. I consider myself somewhat craft impaired. If you see a crafty idea on this blog it will be simple and basic (that's how I like my life in general). I prefer to leave those things to the professionals. I admire artists of every genre whether it be music, painting, tattoos, clothing design, photography, dramatic art or even the crafty mavens you find on Etsy. What is so incredibly definitive about art is that it has no real definition. It is in every form entirely subjective to the individual who perceives it. I have long been a fan of tattoos which in essence are like graffiti on the body. Creative expression etched into the skin for all time. It tells a story about the person who carries it. Every one of mine is a representation of a unique period of my life, an accomplishment, or a life transition that I feel needed permanence in some way. Actual graffiti we see on the streets is no different. It is someone's need to express themselves that manifests itself in the form of paint on surface. I am in no way condoning someone vandalizing or destroying property but done right (and legally) it is a captivating and awe inducing visual experience. It is like the city you live in is its own art museum. I spent this morning capturing some of the beautiful murals here in Columbus to share them with you. The first one above has long been my favorite. Being that I am a hopeless romantic that just makes sense.
{The plaque denotes the artist and title}
{Even in its simplicity. Still beautiful.}
{I just noticed that the little guy up top is making an obscene gesture. #forgive}
{Near the College of Art and Design}
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