'America sure is having some bad luck - it's almost like it was built on ancient Indian burial ground' - beakernt, 'And lo when finally safe for the people to return to the streets from the isolated abodes emerged a nation of smiling fat hairy alocholics blinking in the sunlight like tubby newborn kittens'- Esme, 'I feel like nature has sent us all to our rooms for being assholes' - Derek Mears, But behind the chalet My holiday's complete And I feel like William Tell Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet, Fever I'm on fire Fever yea I burn forsooth, Just because I burned my bible baby It don't mean I'm too sick to pray, Let's stay inside Like the sun we will hide 'til it's safe again Let's stay inside 'til the city has dried all its tears again, Mudhoney, Step inside love Let me find you a place Where the curse of the day Will be carried away By the smile on your face
The virus has sparked a wave of street art, I thought I’d share some with you all. Some may say the message to stay at home whilst clearly not being at home – painting away instead is conflicting, however art is essential, and I guarentee they’ll have been painting as fast as their fingers could shake the tins.
Some are beautiful, some very dark, but all worth the time taken I think, I’ve added the artist to each piece when I could find them, should any be missing, and you know who they are do let me know.
For those of you in complete isolation at present I share an extra wave from the Cloud, as Esme is doing the same. No jaunts to Saturn, the rope ladder has been pulled up and stored away for what is guarenteed to be rather a long time.
See more examples here – Street Art .
‘And lo, when it was finally safe for the people to return to the streets from their isolated abodes, emerged a nation of smiling, fat, hairy alocholics, blinking in the sunlight like tubby newborn kittens‘- Esme