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This larger than life size image can be found on Carrer Bailen, just between Gràcia and the Eixample. It’s from the artist konair, whose work can be found, in many different sizes, all around Barcelona. This artist’s work is unmistakeable, because of the distinctive popsicle form which all of the emotionally-charged images take.  Here you can find an article on the artist (in Spanish).

Happy Birthday Jimi

I’ve been meaning to post this one for a while, I found it on a door on the border between the Raval and Poble Sec. A few days after what would have been Jimi’s 70th birthday seems as good a time as any. While I was taking this photo a few older men from the neighborhood were clearly discussing my motives. I like to think that Hendrix would have enjoyed this tribute in an anonymous corner of Barcelona on an aluminum door covered in the chaos of tags fighting for recognition.

Angry cat over layers of tags

This is another shot from the Poblenou neighborhood. This wall was once the corner of a factory that was demolished into a large dusty parking lot and community garden. This angry looking cat slapped atop what are at least three or four layers of tags is one of two walls; a corner for a room that no longer exists. On the other side of this wall the corner is filled with the green and brown glass of broken beer bottles and fragments of brick and mortar. I like to imagine that maybe the “owner” of this property commissioned the cat to be painted in an attempt to keep out intruders, after the 30 cm concrete barriers proved inadequate protection. Seems the cat, so far has been effective in keeping the taggers away, but not so for “IRINA”.

After-breakfast post, overexposed

I’ve been wanting to post this image for a while, but I just haven’t been able to find the right moment for it. Until today. I had been trying to watch a short film, but because this is my first pre-autumn in this living room, which is quite generously fed with sunlight, every scene was nothing but shadows drowned out by the mid morning glare. Something like this image. I think she was quite high up on an otherwise sparsely-decorated door, making the angle a bit awkward. And it was second week of August, just shy of 2 in the afternoon when the sun forces me down the metro and home. So at a poor angle and suffering from an impossible glare from the pre-lunch August sun when we non-tourists start packing up and heading for shadier pastures, I was able to get this one last shot. In the details she bleeds a bit, all white and such intense sun blotting out the finer points, but I still find her beatiful.
Not so much for my attempt at morning movie on the sofa. I moved to the kitchen for an extra helping of the flaky fan-shaped pastries which have been breakfast this week. My oldest and most devoted cat followed the crunching noises and was soon at his usual corner of the table, waiting for something to fall off the edge of my second breakfast. I tore off part of the sticky sugar-brushed edge and left it. He normally refuses to touch things I leave for him if I’m there, so I let him contemplate it and continue watching from the hall. The sun that ruined my movie has moved in on the table, rapidly overtaking the cat corner because I’ve left the balcony shutters open. The glare cuts short too the cat’s examination of the crumb and it’s knocked to the floor, swallowed without a crunch.

Emergency! All protests great and small

I had originally gone out yesterday to get some photos of the demonstrations related to the “Diada” of Catalonia, which were 1.5 million strong. One of the best photos I managed to get is here. In the Plaça de Sant Jaume, where the Barcelona city council and Regional government of Catalunya are located, I found a medium-sized group of people gathered in a small circle, many with their mobile phones raised high, suggesting that there might be something photo-worthy. It was, in fact, a small protest against the various festivals throughout Spain which involve the killing of a bull. You can find the photo here.
So why the links for these two photos? Well, I prefer to keep this blog more or less on topic; I want to devote this blog to these little things I find on the walls, doors, and sometimes windows of this great city.
While wandering some of the side streets in order to get around the million and a half extra people that were currently wandering Barcelona, I found this emergency exit, decorated with this image of two polo shirts emblazoned with a panicked-looking face. Could it be the face of Dalí?

Wound up

This image is probably one of my favorite recent finds, and it seems like it’s been there a while. How could I have missed it? I’d probably walked down this narrow street at least 5 times that day, although I couldn’t tell you its name. As is typical for this area, the street was extremely narrow, more of a pedestrian alley, and the image was quite big and getting both girls into the shot was a challenge. Where might they be going, and how long have they got left until they need to be rewound?

Young frankenstein

The damp, musty Raval hides fewer tasty pieces than its glitzier cousin el Born on the other side of the Rambla. This makes it all the more satisfying when I do find something hiding among the crusty cafes with the metal bartops and electronics shops and supermarkets whose windows are no longer even translucent. Indeed, what the Raval lacks in quality, in many cases in makes up for with quality. This monstrous portrait was no exception.

The insistent skull

This image of the skull is full of bright, swirling colors on an otherwise drab doorway. It doesn’t really say anything specific to me as some of the others do, though I felt like I wasn’t going to be let go until a snapped a few pictures.

With or without the love?

On the right side is a stenciled image I had found toward the beginning of my collecting career, hence the poor color quality, etc. I liked the goggles, reminded me of some post-punk performance video I saw in college, people beating on metal, machinery, with chains hanging everywhere. I think there might have been sparks or some minor pyrotechnics, but the goggles were mostly for effect. They may have been wearing one of those thick aprons that machinists wear also. Anyway, the image on the left was the same stencil but at a different location. This one has been retouched with the crown and a bit of love, which I think comes courtesy of artist tmnk, who we’ve seen here and here. So ignoring the poor quality of the right side image, is the goggled guy better with or without the touch of love?

Sisters?

This image comes from another well-known artist, Alice Pasquini, who also has quite a prolific presence on the streets of Barcelona. Along with c215, she has given us some great pieces outside the habitual hotbeds of street art here in Barcelona such as el Born, el Gotico and Raval. I’ve seen their work around my neighborhood of Gràcia as well as some other locations. My apologies to Alice, as I had originally thought some of her work was actually C215 before I saw her unmistakable signature.
This was one of my first experiences with Alice, of two young girls showing lots of love and just a bit of attitude. Are they sisters? Best friends?