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Street Art In Oaxaca City
My Definition Of Street Art Changes With The Day
Early on in my experience of Street Art in Oaxaca, my views were clear. As were my opinions. After nearly a year of walking, and photographing all that calls to my eye and lens, my views and opinions live in a state of flux.
I am learning to be more accepting, and appreciative, of a wider range of expression. I don’t know the artists, whose work often appears overnight. And I certainly am not familiar with their thought processes. Truly, we never know what goes on in another’s head, what informs their expression.
Actually I am grateful for this unknowing. I have my hands full trying to understand what goes on in my own head. I will leave that for another story, maybe, some other day. Maybe, maybe not. I am obviously not ready to stand naked before you, dear readers. Count your blessings, please.
Still, I keep seeing this artist’s work. It shows up when I least expect it. This piece is clearly part of a series. The scale is always the same. About two feet square, including the constant frame.
It is always a portrait of a black boy, perhaps the same black boy. Though the details change from portrait to portrait. Always a three quarter view. And I want to know who this artist is, as much as I want to know who his model…
