Charm City Streets walked miles and miles each day last week seeking out recent and new-to-me murals in and around Brooklyn.
There are numerous fascinating collective nouns for birds such as a commotion of coots, a conspiracy of ravens, a grumbling of wild turkeys, and a squabble of gulls. I bring this to your attention because there must be a more interesting even spellbinding phrase to describe a collection of street art pieces – rather than simply saying murals. I propose paraphrasing the collective noun for crows and say a murder of murals. Before there is any grumbling or squabbling or calling me an old coot, one has to agree the images below clearly demonstrate the artists walloped those walls and set them aflame. In a word, they murdered these murals.
Shortly after Thanksgiving my family gave me an early Christmas present: an all-expenses-paid trip to Brooklyn. Thanks to their generosity I spent 4 days late last week photographing street art in and around Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan.
For years on end, graffiti and murals can hold their own against Mother Nature’s onslaught of cold, heat, and precipitation. On the other hand, weather can quickly wreak devastation on wheatpastes, slaps, and stickers.
Recently, my grandchildren were in town for a visit. They live in Seattle so I do not get to see them as often enough as I would like, so over the past three+ weeks I placed pretty much everything on the back burner. Now that they are back home I have completed processing the rest of the images I captured during the two weeks I spent last month in Brooklyn and Williamsburg.
The J, M and Z metro lines run on elevated tracks above Broadway in Brooklyn’s Bushwick neighborhood. Walking along Broadway and its side streets last month, Charm City Streets encountered a collection of fascinating murals and dope graffiti.