The most artistic thing in my town is a water tower somebody painted to look like a peach, and honey, we are still talking about it at church. So when I fell into a pile of street art photography from places that actually try, I had to sit down with a sleeve of crackers. Some of this belongs in a museum. Some of it belongs in a body shop. Here is all of it, crumbs and all.


Tea time, but make it gravity-optional.



This is what my patio furniture does in August.



To infinity, and the next gas station.



Tilting at satellite dishes next.



The one at the bin is my spirit animal.



Honestly, what time?



Even the rock is stargazing.



I would never wash it again.



Spelling error or peace treaty? Both.
I would like to meet whoever gets paid to make creative sculptures, because that person has never once been told to be reasonable. A teapot pouring in midair, a faucet running from nowhere, a bench that melted like it sat in my car in July. My husband cannot hang a picture straight, and these people are making water ignore the rules.
The urban art is sneakier, and I love it more for that. Somebody drew a tiny Spider-Man hanging from a crack in a wall, and somebody else looked at a TV antenna and saw a knight’s lance. That is the kind of optical illusion art that makes me slow down on a sidewalk, which, at my age, I was going to do anyway.
What gets me is that none of this was built to sell anything. Somebody just wanted the walk to the bus stop to be a little less boring, and they gave up their weekends to make it happen. Even the duct tape van counts, bless it. That is the kind of care I want to see more of in this world.
The bench is melting. The teapot is pouring. The van is holding on.
57 Amazing Street Art Murals That Turn Cities Into Galleries is the obvious next stop, and 54 Cool Street Art Moments Hiding In Plain Sight will have you squinting at every wall on your commute. Pack snacks. It is a long walk.





