Tag Archives: Graffiti

Montreal Graffiti Art

I came across this building while walking through Montreal a few months ago. It’s just off Rue St. Catherine, not far from Rue St. Laurent. I’m not sure if it’s an homage to a specific person or just a beautiful piece of art, but anyone who doesn’t think that graffiti art has a place in civic life is sorely mistaken. I’d take the vibrant colours and creative passion that went into this artwork over the cold, plain, glass and steel walls of the countless condos popping up like acne all over Toronto any day.

In a city like Montreal or Toronto, there’s enough space for the condos and the creative/created space to co-exist (and while codes can be creative, in the great development race that has engulfed Toronto they rarely are) but it seems like we’re being overrun with the former at the expense of the latter.

Whoever created the above artwork, congratulations. You did a fantastic job.


#88: Canadian Graffiti

The above is a montage of graffiti shots I took in Riverdale Park in Toronto. I’m a fan of most street art and the wall where each of these lyrics and phrases were found caught my eye from afar.

Most of the writing is downcast and generally gloomy. However, I think the confessions of heartache and confusion posted to a public wall via Sharpie is in a sense a very primal way to release the feelings that can weigh on one’s soul. As far as I saw the scribblings were anonymous. Also, some may be song lyrics that I’m not aware of. I think, though, that the overarching point is that whoever scrawled these words onto this wall was letting go of something deep within themselves that they’ve been carrying around a long time. Hey, our earliest ancestors wrote on cave walls to communicate about the world around them and how they felt. It’s a tried and true method.

Of course, I could be wrong. These phrases and lyrics may be nothing more than a person or persons writing for the sake of being seen. Either way, I thought that some of them were poignant or clever expressions of a range of emotions that deserved to be shot and preserved. So here they are. If you know of any local haunts near you where there’s some clever or poetic street art/scrawls to be found, let me know. If it’s worth the time to write it, it may be worth the time to preserve it.

This post appears as part of the FOCUS 365 photo blog component of Bastard Type