Street Art cocktail

Dance brigade. San Francisco. 2016. (We are on a mission here, folks)

All you need to disinfect the planet. Bogotá, Colombia. 2020. (c)ourtesy Oscar.

The gentleman bird thief. By Bué the warrior, a Belgian artist living in Mexico. Colonia Roma, Mexico city. c. 2018.

Fee-lines. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2018. For Juanito.

Penang by bus. Rastafari! (May have posted some already. Filing system not optimal. Georgetown, Malaysia. 2017.

Street art safari, Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2017

Dressed to kill. (Don’t mess with us). Bogotá. Colombia.

No parking. More of Bué. Mexico city.

Welcome, welcome. Ciudadela crafts market. Mexico city. (Who cares about the year, right?)

Catch me if you can. Bogotá. In one of the “baddest” parts of town. But. Some of the best art… Always a choice.

“Guadalupe Gallardo. Disappeared on October 5th, 2017.” I’ve already posted this one. A dozen blocks away from the house. Thousands disappear in Mexico every year. Is that a portrait of Guadalupe? Or was the text written later on?

The Hummingbird Goddess. Bogotá. Tourists of foreign origin (I suspect) to the left.

I‘m bored. Part of a juvenile detention centre was converted into a small park with street art. I don’t know whether this is a portrait of one of the inmates. A bit young maybe? What happened to the inmates, for that matter? Tlalpan. Mexico city. 2020.

Save the giraffes. Bogotá. Colombia. Believe it or not, giraffes are headed towards extinction. Lost 40% of their population in the past 30 years. down to 68,000 individuals. Loss of habitat. Poaching. (For what?) Civil war. etc. Some giraffe sub-species are practically extinct.

No idea neither where nor when. Since I adamantly refuse to turn on the “location” feature on my photos… Apple already has enough info on me.) Latin America, that’s for sure. Artist: “Remixuno”…

That I know. UNAM. National Autonomous University of Mexico. Latin America’s top institution of higher learning and research. Accidently, very good art. Closed now. All classes and research are conducted on-line.

Chinelo dancer. Frequent visitors to this blog should recognize them by now. Two hours South of Mexico city, last month. In the middle of nowhere. The divinity on the Dancer’s robe is Quetzalcoátl, the plumed serpent God of the Aztecs.

The strange animal to the right is an amphibian. Very rare, can be found only in Mexico. It’s called Axolotl. Nahuátl, the language of the Aztecs, is a tad difficult to pronounce.

Zirca. This cute camping car with US plates had been stationed for months in front of a nearby park and a nice café across the street. I could imagine a travelling circus. Never moved though. I suspect it had been stolen. Last time I saw it, it was at a body and paint shop on another street. New “owner”?

Sidewalk zombie. Mind them at night. They have been know to bite.

The last picture show”? Ever since last year, the last patrons of this bar are Caterinas and Calacas… Mexico city.

Thank you for flying Equinoxio Airways. Be safe. (As an aside, looks like WP changed the bl..dy font and typeface… Grrr.)

132 thoughts on “Street Art cocktail

  1. Really enjoyed that. So much color and wonderful images. Love the woman lying down with the lizard. Great artwork. I’m sorry to hear about all the people leaving there and how dangerous it can be. Seems like things just keep falling apart.

    • Yes. colour. It is a balm to the eyes.
      But here is quite dangerous. It gets… “exhausting” after a while. And yes things seem to be crumbling. Hopefully the signal of a new era? Fingers crossed. 🤞

      • Yes, fingers crossed. 🙂 It was sunny outside today and all was good. We are sun-starved, so when it’s out, we all hit the streets, or go outside and rejoice. LOLOLOL

      • I understand perfectly. I left Europe for Mexico, partly because of the Paris weather. And a movie.
        Enjoy the sun.
        (Did I ask already: did you get your shots?)

    • Merci Mélie. Comment ça va? Avec ce freinage déguisé en lockup. (Or was it down?) Et maintenant les “gniards” sont de retour à la maison… (Terme d’affection bien sûr) pas trop compliqué?

      • Ben oui. J’ai oui dire que les serveurs de l’Education Nationale s’étaient plantés le premier jour? Tsss.
        Ici, ça va, on a déjà eu notre première dose, on attend la 2e. Même s’il faut continuer à faire gaffe, it will be a breather…
        Stay safe.

      • Fascinating. I learned on the blog of a compatriot of yours. He’s from the lake district. Long range traveler, now lives in Berlin. He’d done a few posts on Street art, that I’d sort of passed until I clicked.
        Glad to pass the interest on.
        Street art in Paris is quite different. How about “la Bretagne”?
        Cheers

      • When we are allowed to travel again, I shall make a point of recording a few images for you. I recall several in St-Brieuc and Brest but nothing else leaps immediately to mind. Obviously too passive a viewer 😉

      • It’s fine. Some of my best memories are from I did not have a camera or phone at the moment. Forces your brain to work on the memory. Do you remember the time when you knew all your friend’s and family’s phone numbers?

    • It’s terrible. Daughter #2 is very big on gender issues and violence against women. She’s done several projects and presentations on the subject. It is… enough to get mad. Too much is too much.

      • It is also something I really and deeply don’t understand. Most men have a mother and sisters – do they treat them in the same way? And women bear children and take care that there is a new generation. What would men do by themselves? Is that something to do with Mexican culture,? Meaning from the past, or is it a newer development?

      • There is a lot of machism, of course. term was coined in Latin American culture. But other cultures have it too. And paradoxically it’s the mothers who foment a lot of it. Placing the boys on a pedestal, while having the girls do all the chores.
        India is terrible on rape, as I understand. Even Europe seems to be slipping. In the Paris metro, two years ago, we rescued a young woman from blatant sexual “aggression”. She’d out with a friend to dinner. Friend got down at her station. She was sitting in front of us., In comes a guy, sits in front of me, on her side. He was basically undressing her with his eyes. I was about to tell him to beat it, when the “girl” whispered to my wife “what’s your station?”, “What’s yours?”. We stopped at her station, the guy “followed” us, we stayed on the platform until everyone had gone, then came out and took her to her door. Paris. 21st century. 10PM. Near the Eiffel tower. Poor girl (23-25?) was shaking. 😡😡😡

      • Definitely, Europe is not free of it. In Denmark they blame it on the foreigners, of course. But the fact is that it happens in societies, where a lot of alcohol is consumed. And then, the general attitude towards women (there are, of course, more and more exceptions) is still that they are more stupid and less worth than men, and that seems to be global, except in the few matriarchats, of course. And you are right, it is often the mothers that prefer the boys, which teaches the boys exactly the wrong thing.

      • It’s always so easy to blame anything on the foreigners, right? But I do remember my surprise when I read Stig Larsson’s books. I have had a few Scandinavian friends and I didn’t realize Swedish society could be – apparently – with so many dark sides. Ca,illa Läckberg also paints a far from perfect society. There is a lot of machism in France too. Just underneath the surface.
        We still have to fight. ✊🏻

      • To begin with. My mother was quite good in that respect. No boy/girl divided chores to begin with. My little sister and I had to do the same.

      • My elder brother was definitely more important to my mother than I was, but that gave me more freedom, as I slipped by unobserved, and freedom was most important to me, always, independency. But my elder brother did not disrespect women in general, me yes, but not his girlfriends or wives.

      • Ah! The special mother-son relationship… 😉 Though apparently your older brother was “fine” with women. “Was”? I hope he is still around. My little sister is not. We went along well, except when she broke her arm and used to hit me with her cast. 🤣

      • Nah! Just the usual sibling rivalry. She had a weapon, she used it. Problem was I wasn’t allowed to retaliate since the “poor thing” had been injured and had her arm in a cast. Ha! 🤣
        We very very close. A shame.

      • Yes. Literally “burning water”. It is a white distilled sugar cane alcohol. Quite strong. Anis flavoured. Typical of Colombia. Nice to sip by the pool side.

      • before it became a separate metropolitan county of Merseyside in the 1970s, Liverpool used to be in Lancashire. Blackburn is only around an hour’s drive from Liverpool, so the Beatles would be aware of the town growing up. I don’t know if it’s a myth but the story is they got the reference from a newspaper headline about pot holes in poorly-maintained roads in the town, along with other references in the lyrics.

      • All right. That story may be true. Actually it does ring the faintest 🔔 . One of my favourite Beatles’ song BTB. And there are many. Have a nice Sunday, Libre.

    • Thank you. Sometimes I wish we could let the artists know how much their art is appreciated. The cat and hummingbird are both from Bogotá. There’s a nice restaurant up the street form the cat.
      Hope all is well?

  2. Nice to see Bué the warrior his birds. Some weeks ago, I’ve been streetarthunting in Ghent(birthplace of Bué the warrior) and I saw so many colorful birds painted by him. Cool interventions! Thanks for sharing, some incredible piece in your selection. Cheers Stef

    • He’s from “Gand” (I’m more used to the French spelling). Birthplace of Carlos V who sent the Duke of Alba to massacre the Flemish. (My ancestors come from Kortrijk).
      Bué does a lot of stuff here, particularly in the centre. All well with you?
      Tot ziens, Stef.

      • Everything’s fine here… I can’t wait to travel again… . I have a flight to Milan(streetarthunting:) ) in May…. so fingers crossed:). How is the situation in Mexico? Back to (new) normal? Gr Stef

      • No, it will be a long time (anywhere) for that. Vaccination for the elderly (60+, i.e. yours truly and wife) is well under way. Plan is to get it over with in a few weeks. We have our second shot in a few weeks.
        May? To Milan? It could be feasible. Milan is precious. You need to walk up all the stairs of that magnificent cathedral… Buon viaggio. fingers crossed 🤞

  3. This cocktail is kinda hard to swallow. Apart from the bored little girl – that one is wonderful.
    (feeling a tad cynical these days for some reason; I should put a sock in it)

    • Fine with me. You generally are very supportive. How’s your overall situation? Weren’t running out of money end of – past – month? Could you manage something?

      • Overall? Bad mood due to multiple reasons: some cats suddenly missing, bad weather never ends, stupid restrictions also never end, struggling to work with certain programming language made by morons, and so on. That most likely affects my ability to properly appreciate art.

        Decided not to pay this year’s tax for the house, which will allow me to survive another month or so. My life is worth a whopping… $150 right now. So yeah, I’m pretty much screwed. Thanks for bearing with me.

      • Jesus. I don’t know what’s worse: the dwindling funds or having to deal with the “work” of moron programmers. They’re every where, right?
        Hang in there, Dragos. Best wishes mon ami.

      • At this point a comparison is superfluous as long as everything is bad. It doesn’t even matter anymore. All my childhood dreams are shattered, this is not – and never will be – the wonderful free world I’ve been dreaming of back then (and hoping for all along, I guess), so I better watch the end of the world from far “above” – or far “below” more likely.
        All the best!

      • I know. Comparaison n’est pas raison, as we say in French. Applies totally here.
        Dreams have a way of coming back. Unexpectedly. There has been more freedom in the 20th century than anytime before. It is a bit under fire right now. That generally means war, historically. And then the survivors brush the dust of their clothes and swear: “Never again!”. Until the next time.
        Anyway you get some sort of income? Translation maybe? You seem to be adept with computers? Anything else? You can’t start eating your cats. (Bad joke I know…)

      • Each dream has its own time range when it can be valid – outside of that range the dream loses its meaning as we change inside and outside making it out of scope.

        Indeed what is happening now is a war on a global scale: a war agains human kind. Survivors will be few and not the best specimens (from certain points of view).

        I have never had any income all my life, barring the less-than-a-year experience in the tram depot thirty years ago. Partly because my fragile health couldn’t allow it, and partly because I had a dream. Which, obviously, never came true. It did resemble very much this fourth industrial revolution that they’re trying to pull right now but without the genocide and chipping that is to come.
        Indeed I was – and on a very much smaller scale still am – a man of many talents, but I swore I would never sell any of them. Used to fix electronics and appliances as a hobby, for friends and relatives, never asking for money. Volunteered for years as helper in a couple online forum boards, sometimes keeping it up for 20-30 hours in a row when there was necessary. In recent years I’ve built myself a few small programs that I shared online for free. Wrote some small poem from time to time, and always tried to help people online when I had the answers to their problems. I like doing what I know and can, for free. And if that doesn’t pay the bills and doesn’t put food on my table then I stop paying the bills, chop the table throw pieces into fire, and go to hell happy as a clam. It’s that simple. 🙂

      • Very commendable, my friend. I had a feeling this might be what’s under the surface. Maybe I’m a pragmatist: i know I have to eat. And food ain’t for free. So some skills have to be sold. To pay the bills. Note: you just sell the skills. Not your soul. Hopefully something will come up? My best wishes, man. 🙏🏻

      • Nothing is for free – that’s the problem with our world. I can’t forget a random episode from the Star Trek series – the original one from ’66 – where Bill Shatner (cpt. Kirk) while talking to some alien representative in some corner of the Universe said something along the lines of “we did away with money long time ago; now we have other values (emphasis mine). I kept hoping I’d live to see that day. Now I only hope not to, because those “new values”as they’re planned for us currently are not at all those envisioned by Gene Roddenberry’s script from the year I was born. So everything may just be for the best, for me.

        Oh and the way I see it, skills are the soul of a person. Mine has always been there for the take – not for sale.

        Thank you kindly for your good wishes and encouragements. we’ll see what comes next. Enjoy a fine week-end, cher ami! 🙂

      • TANSTAFL (There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch) was the word the Economy professor had written on the blackboard, first day of Economics 601. He asked what language the word was in. Somebody said: “German”. “Nah. Plain English.” He explained and said: “And that, Ladies and Gentlemen is the basis of Economy. Everything has a cost.” He was right. Even what is “free” indeed has a cost. All you did for free, and again that is commendable, had a cost.
        I don’t recall that episode. I have just started Season 2. Very entertaining. Some episodes I remember. ’67… We were in Africa. First time we had a TV.
        Bon week-end aussi.

      • Of course there’s more, but that’s the core and everything else depends on it. It’s a delicate and complicated subject, we can’t tackle it here and now.

        As for Economy… Teachers teach what they’ve been taught, they don’t know anything else. That’s the problem with schools: they’re deliberately brainwashing people from the earliest of age into believing there can be no system whatsoever other than selling & buying. But I am mostly self-taught, thanks to my fragile health that during childhood kept me a lot of time at home reading through the entire library rather than being brainwashed at school. As such I came to realize a very different world could be built on freedom and honesty, rather than coercion and lies as it is (and always has been). But so many times I realized while talking to friends and random people that such concept was impossible to grasp for them; no matter how much I tried to explain, they’d always ask “but how would you pay for…” or “how much would it cost to…” or similar , all based on this deeply rooted concept of selling & buying.
        This is another delicate and complex subject that we probably never will get to delve into.
        Well, that’s what dreams are: just dreams. 🙂

      • Remember Calderón de la Barca? I think I’ve quoted him before:
        “¿Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.
        ¿Qué es la vida? Un sueño,
        una sombra, una ficción.
        Y el mayor bien es pequeño;
        que toda la vida es sueño,
        y los sueños, sueños son.”
        (You should probably understand most of it. It sounds better in Spanish)

      • Of course I understood it, thank you. It all depends on the meaning we give to dream/dreaming. It can be taken more or less literally since certain wild theories suggest that either we are the figment of someone’s dreams, or we’re living in a hologram or in a gigantic computer-like game, or other similar ideas. In which case it wouldn’t even matter how, where or how long we live, nor what (we believe) we are dreaming of – in both of senses.
        Told you it’s complicated. 🙂

      • Of course it is. Complicated. Some – very few – of us know that. But Calderon summed it up so well. A Spanish equivalent of Macbeth’s “tirade”… Tomorrow and tomorrow…
        Be good my friend.

  4. HELLO MY FRIEND, HOW ARE YOU DOING? HOPE YOUR EASTER SUNDAY WAS LOVELY. ALL OF YOUR POSTS ARE SOOO WONDERFUL WE REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR HARD WORK . IT’S ALWAYS VERY INTERESTING &EDUCATIONAL FOR ME & LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT ONE . TAKE CARE. 🐱💃

      • YES I AM , WAS GOING TO BUT THERE HAS BEEN SOMETHING HAPPENING IN MY LIFE EVERY DAY TO DISTRACT FROM MAKING THE APPOINTMENT ,I HAD A REALLY BAD FALL IN MY YARD 3 WEEKS AGO AND I ALSO HAVE THE TWO TOTAL HIP REPLACEMENTS SO I HAD TO LAY ALONE IN THE COLD EARLY MORNING AND INJURED WITH NO WAY OF ANY HELP FOR AT LEAST ONE AND HALF HOURS ALSO HAVE HAD M.S. FOR 30 YEARS .VERY HUMBLING EXPERIENCE . SO I WAS AFRAID TO GET THE VACCINE BUT I WILL HAVE TO SOON , I KNOW . 🤣😷

      • Sorry to hear about the fall. And the wait. Must make one feel helpless. But you’re all right now, right?
        Do make the appointment. It’s better. Cheers.

  5. Bogota and Mexico are really fertile grounds for an art extravaganza. Colourful street art and informative, clever , humorous captions made for a cool post. I certainly came away wiser, I didn’t know that giraffes were on verge of extinction or about that rare Mexican amphibian . Interesting cocktail, Brian!

    • Thank you my dear. Since I was raised in Africa I tend to be very sensitive to the extinction of species. And the example of giraffes is a case in point. No rhyme nor reason.
      Thanks for the visit and comment. Stay safe.

  6. Some very moving and beautiful street art here, Brian! Of course, being owned by a crew of 5 felines, I loved Fee-lines, but was touched by so many others as well. The giraffes and Axeloti will stay in my mind. Thanks for the treat!

      • Ha ha … we did have 10 at one time! All are rescue cats that we have saved and all have either physical or mental issues, some have both. We have Tiger Lily, a beautiful long-hair who would sooner kill than to look at you … she is vicious. Then there’s Miss Izzy, a tiny stray who has been diagnosed with the feline equivalent of autism and only comes out from under the sofa a few times a day for food. It’s challenging, but we love every one of them and give them our hearts and our home. Ha ha … I have almost been evicted from my bedroom by Pandi (short for Pandora) who is currently having a problem tolerating the other kitties, so she’s rather in jail in my room, where she seems perfectly content, but … sigh. At night she wakes me multiple times jumping on top of me for pets, or screaming in my face if she wants the light on. Or puking on my bed, but we won’t talk about that. 🙀

      • No. Let’s not talk about that. 10 cats? Wow. My parents had up to 5 or 6 at a time. When they eventually passed away, there was only one left a long hair grey and white. very sweet. She had no name. My parents had given up on names. She was just the sweet little grey cat. I called her Miao DzDong. Chairwoman Miao. She lasted another 5-6 years us. Then I swore I’d never, ever have another pet. Too much heartbreak. Meouw. 🐱

      • I was always a dog person until my grown daughter moved back home in 1994 with a baby and two cats. From there, things just seemed to happen without my knowledge or consent, but I wouldn’t have traded a single moment … well, maybe a few moments. I understand your feelings about too much heartbreak … we have shed many a tear over the ones gone, but I always remember that saying that … “‘Tis better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.”

    • The author is a great artist. A Belgian form Gand. God knows what he ‘s doing here. Street art is my salvation recently. I don’t know why it restores my hope in humanity. Not quite sure what the phenomenon “covers” but I would say street art is telling us something about the world to come. (So does your art)

  7. That cat in the window must turn a lot of heads!

    I appreciate the smaller but equally as pleasing efforts that you usually post, such as the Bob Marley sketch.

    Thanks for venturing into the bad part of Bogota. The mural on the brick wall is spectacular.

    One of my daughters loves axolotls so I’ve learned a bit about them as a result. You might enjoy the short story, Axolotl, by Julio Cortizar.

    • True. I find there is no big or small art. Any conscious effort at representation is Art to me.
      That trip was a conspiracy I organized with my niece and her boyfriend on Easter Sunday. while the whole family went to Mass, the 3 of us escaped in her car, with baseball bat under the seat, taking advantage that for the occasion even the bad guys were at church. It was early morning too. Hardly anyone on the streets. Fun.
      Have heard of it. I have one book by cortazar which I haven’t read yet, but I may have that short stories book. Thanks for the tip.
      How interesting that your daughter should be a fan.

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  9. I noticed the font had changed on my blog theme too!
    Interesting that Bogota and Columbia has such colourful street art. I couldn’t interpret the one in the baddest part of town.
    And the sidewalk zombie. Was that a deliberate piece of art or an accident (no pun intended)?

  10. Beautiful images here. Really like the The Hummingbird Goddess one. So many bright colours in that one. Also that really does look like a face in the concrete. Great spotting. So much to see over there that your camera gets a workout.

    Annoying when WP makes changes. You don’t know until you want to do something and have to figure it out as you just want to get on with your day. But in the end, you figure it out.

    • The hummingbird was a great piece of art. Difficult to take. So often one is in the car, and BAM, the art is gone… 🤣
      Yeah, it’s annoying but one does figure it out. Eventually. All well with you Mabel?

      • Yes, when you are in the car you can’t always be stopping and driving off and stopping again to take a photo…pretty inconvenience when you’re heading somewhere.

        All is well here. Nothing much going on apart from writing and coming up with ideas to write…that takes up time 😄

      • Absolutely. I used to do a lot of photography with proper equipment “back in the days”, especially when I lived in Africa. Then I dropped it. You needed to carry 6-8 pounds of equipment to so things right. Too bulky.
        Then came the smartphone. Perfect. I take it in my back pocket anywhere I go. I see something? No need to focus, adjust shutter speed, f stop, etc. Just take the phone out of your pocket and bam.

      • Yeah, these days it is so easy to take a photo. The big old equipment can come out to play on select occasions – but still so fiddly. I do still prefer shooting with my compact point-and-shoot Canon on manual mode over my phone as I find I get better results. Bit old school that way 🙂

      • “Old school”? LOL. What should I say? A lot depends on the type of photo you do. I phones are perfect for my type of photo: urban. Now, portraits? You need a 100mm. No way. Landscapes? Not too good. Animals? The zoom is bad. But one day…

      • It’s all about how you know your phone or camera, and how you use it. And you don’t drop it. Your urban shots are great. Stroll around, take a shot with your phone, it ain’t too hard at all 😀

      • yes, don’t drop it. Though the funny thing is my current iphone dropped from my pocket into a mud pound between the car and the sidewalk. Then it rained for 3 hours until I realized I’d lost my phone. And found it. Shut it down. Put it in a bag of rice for almost a week. It works!
        Now after the shot, I almost always “work” the picture in Photoshop. re-frame, work on the light, eliminate unnecessary details…

      • Lol that is quite the phone dropping story. You got lucky there and the rice trick does come in handy in these types of situations. Phone editing apps are so advanced today. Amazing what you can remove and how you can change the colour gradients with just your phone 😄

      • I was very lucky. Another phone in the family suffered a similar fate and not even the Rice God could save it.
        I am aware of the possibilities on the phone though I prefer to work on the Mac. Larger screen for details. I do use the phone for scanning though. And edit/crop on the phone.

  11. awesome-possum!!! 🙂 ah, San Francisco… avant this global “plague”, on y allait 2 fois/an to visit with our blood relatives we haven’t seen for over 1 year, alas! 😦
    * * *
    MERCI for dropping by my virtual playground, amigo; we’re healthy, et c’est le plus important… bonne santé à toi, and you all stay healthy and safe, folks!!! à+!

    • 2 fois par an? Génial. J’adore cet endroit. Mais effectivement en ce moment, c’est pas le pied. Et pour nous c’est l’inverse, ça fera 2 ans en Juillet qu’on n’est pas revenu en France, voir la famille et les amis.
      You stay safe too.

    • Macau now? Could be some Portuguese influence. Though I have found styles and themes to be very different form one region of the world to the other.
      Yes. Miss travel too… Take care.

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