Time bleeds through the images on the street. Walker Evans. Andy Warhol. Jasper Johns. Reality dissolves into abstraction. These streets carry the memories of the South, of nights of blues, nights of rap.
And color. Orange and mint and lime and yellow and bright red. And texture. Crisp and bright or soft and faded, peeling the past away. Add soft white blossoms. Perfect. Lift it for a room, a pattern, a painting. Or just see.
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I adore old painted advertisments from days past. I feel immidiatly a connection. A window into the past! It's a work of art.
ReplyDeleteLast year I visited a lovely part of Brooklyn and came across an old closed down shop with the original faded gold printed lettering and advertisments in the window! Just amazing, some things survive!
Happy M.D. weekend!
Victoria