I spent a lot of time taking photographs of the incredible French street graffiti. In some cases, instant abstract art. Most of the tagging I noticed was on abandoned buildings in Montmarte or in the more run-down parts of the city. Perhaps because I’m no longer twenty but Paris is one place I feel completely safe in wandering. The graffiti was so multi-layered that I was totally fascinated by the varied compositions. It’s always been there but my eyes finally saw them.
This last one I found on a wall in St.Remy,the town where Van Gogh recuperated after his ear incident. There is something so appealing and ephemeral about the drawing being glued onto the stucco and peeling away. Such a beautiful drawing to give away to the public.