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Sunday, August 21, 2011

Street Art

These are not the works of Picassos of this world, but of painters whose names we might never know. No reviews will be written about them unless some fancy biennale in some posh corner of the planet suddenly assumes that street art might actually be sexy. Afterwards, the art and the artists will quite possibly be forgotten except in the catalogs. But sometimes, a few vagabonds might pause just long enough to capture their colors, shades and lines if not the politics and nuances.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 



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