“It looks like someone sprayed frosting all over the trees, like on a cake!” Gun Roswell
The wintery forest like a magical garden, all in so many shades of white, the frozen snow and ice, looking more like a topping on some food thing than anything natural.
But, we all know nature performs miracles and winter is among those for sure, the sugary coating looking all too good, but certainly not something anyone would chew on.
Still, it looks pretty while it lasts, the picture perfect draft of an image, taken in haste, as the cold seeping in through the cracks of this human being, only wanting to have the perfect memory of a winter’s day to last.
“The artist are always at work, creating, doing their thing, even on the streets” Gun Roswell
The art is the most important part of their lives, those who for their own views in life thrive, the ones who do not care as to what other people say, as of their displays, as the art work they create is their labour of love, and those who do not like what the end result depicts, well, they can easily stick it… but then again, art is always subjective and that is simply fine, as most of it, is clearly created out of the divine.
As much divine as this particular artist of the streets, their paint work gracing those passers by, whom always beauty seek, can find those things in the art of this simple painter working on the streets, perhaps in a quick session of drawing once own face or the pre painted flowery fields, no matter what the scene, it’s all good, because the beauty of anything really, is in the eye of the beholder, and so, those out there scolding on something being not good, it is simply a matter of being misunderstood, so better take another look, and see what you can find there in stead.
“The monuments of yesteryear… yep, they are still here! “ Gun Roswell
The dark and mysterious silhouette, against the night sky Bold, pompous and really big, is the character flying high
Animals, people and even abstract figures were applied The parks, streets and even museums, filled with all sizes “Monumental!” someone in awe sighed “Extraordinaire!” an other one was all smiles “Such beauty!” from off the sides “I want one of them to buy!”
The art works from yesteryear, were really pleasing, on the eyes And the great point being, it was all for free, with zero cents for buying!
Painted in the streets Most likely for free Smart art at its best For the enjoyment of us rest The artist may be unknown Appearing quickly, then gone But leaving behind Something wonderful and divine With colours totally vivid The onlookers going livid Wanting to desperately buy But this art work is not mine Or yours or anyone else’s Just painted for everyone’s senses Enjoy, while it’s there Who knows when it might disappear A fleeting moment may be the existence Of graffiti made on the instance But dear art lover Do not worry as you’ll soon discover A new objet d’art On these streets so smart