I look for art everywhere I go. Art just happens whenever anyone puts their mind to it and wants to express what they are thinking, feeling, seeing or reacting to.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013. The lava fields around the active volcano on Hawaii. A spiritual place, a holy place, a place where people went to commune with the ancestors and to continue their line. I saw this around Kona, in shops, and then I saw this on the lava field. Rough, minimal, meaningful.
As I travel around the City I am always aware of the art around me, in all of its forms. I enjoy watching the lamp posts as I pass by, the sides of buildings, the sidewalks, the sky, almost anywhere. Sometimes I spot artists I know from Union Square, Soho and elsewhere in the City.