I have promised myself numerous times, and have even stated in an interview, that I would post twice a month, no more, no less. That said, I have decided that this January 2019, I will make an exception and post three times. One of the reasons for this is that I have quite an archive of worthy images that is backing up in my cloud storage, impatiently waiting like planes on a runway, to take off into the blogosphere. So, without further ado, here are some images that come from a session in early November, a mix of locations including the Poblenou neighborhood and the more central Paral·lel area. The images speak for themselves, and I’ll save lengthy commentary for the following posts, which will come from this December/January’s visit to New York City. Happy New Year!
Today’s shots come from the free walls at Tres Xemeneies, near Avinguda Paral·lel, some random wanderings through the neighbouring Raval, and a new location (at least for me): the Jardins de Walter Benjamin, which are just near the Port, and mark the last frontier before the city gives way to Montjuic Park. As suggested in the title, the “gardens” themselves are nothing to marvel at, but the walls, which separate them from the playground of a local school, are the main attraction.
The Raval was full of tributes to famous faces, among them Debbie Harry, Kafka, Dennis Rodman, the late Prince, Jesus Christ (by artist sm172), and Football Club Barcelona’s favourite tax-dodging wunderkind, Neymar Jr.
As my geo-tagging feature on my camera app has become a bit unpredictable with the latest android update, my locations aren’t quite a precise as before. That said, a good wander round the Raval/Poble Sec area does a body good!
Over the last weeks on a few of my instagram feeds and the Barcelona urban art blogosphere, there have been rumblings about some new pieces by French artist c215 that had popped up in the Poble Sec district. As I have only passed through this neighborhood a few times, I knew I would need most of the morning, and I was right, While on my way, as often happens, I managed to discover two images of Amelia Earhart on a large wooden warehouse door. I eventually did find three of c215’s pieces, though I was only able to photograph two, as the third one was under some scaffolding where a man was stripping bits of paint and loose plaster from the side of a building. I decided not to risk a stray brick to the head and return another day. The pair of red eyes can be found on the concrete steps leading to the huge portrait of the old woman. As for what streets they can be found on, well, as another blogger noted (in Spanish): the search for these pieces cost me two afternoons, but that’s part of the fun. If you ever wanted a good illustration of why the journey is more important than the destination, just go out street art hunting one day.
Barcelona Street Scraps 