“We are watching you.” Usaquén neighbourhood, Bogotá, Colombia. 2018.
Autolike. On 7th Avenue. How many eyes?
“Madame rang?”. Cachivaches, a fab house supply store in Usaquén.
“1946. El pollo vive.” 1946, the chicken is alive. Er. Chicken?
Yes. That is street art. No arguing anyone.
“Don’t make my brown eyes blue”. Note the very fashionable thick eyebrows.
Anything with a view to the street can be street art.
“Memoria profunda de un mundo perdido.” Memory deep of a world lost.
The goddess of corn.
“Tambor guerrero.” War drum. I may have posted another mural of this artist. (Dragos? Do you remember?)
“To kill a hummingbird” by Harper Lee.
A scarf memory.
Thank you for flying Equinoxio’s Time-Space shuttle. Scotty is fixing the warp modules to hop back to Paris, 1944, and find my missing Uncle Gérard, somewhere in the raging combat to liberate Paris. (Did I really write “raging”? Almost as bad as “stunning”) Y’all be good naw.