Ya know those recipe blogs that make you read about how their mom made this recipe when they were little, and all their friends love it oh-so-much, and you’re like please tell me how to make these tacos? Yeah, I don’t want to do that to you. So you can totally download the guide via the link above and be on your merry way.
BUT, if you want to know why I think street art is going to change your life, it’s because it changed mine:
The year was 2015. I was exiled to roam Lisbon, Portugal alone after I had ticked off my friend’s then-boyfriend (now husband, whom I adore). I think I had talked about feminism too much or something; it’s hard to remember the bad stuff when it turned out to be one of my most cherished adventures.
But in the moment, I was devastated. I remember crying in our Airbnb thinking, I’m a young woman alone in a new city, what am I gonna do? I vaguely tried walking around by myself and even the actual police cat-called me.
Fortunately, my best friend gave me a pep talk from several time-zones away and assured me that I was 100% That B*tch. So I dried my eyes and did what any sensible Alternative Girl would do; I joined a motley crew of other young travellers on my very first Street Art Tour. I had never heard of such a thing and didn’t know what to expect; it seemed like a bit of a con. Couldn’t I just go look at this stuff myself? It’s OUTSIDE, that’s the WHOLE THING – it’s free.
Ultimately, this turned out to be one of the most fun days of my life. I learned about Fado music, the country’s severe economic crisis, and their unique response to drug addiction among other things. Not to mention I had a killer dance party with my new friends.
Since then, I make a point to look for street art whenever I travel. Nothing tells a city’s story like its own walls. For example, in Puerto Rico there was a very simple question posed on the walls of Old San Juan – it wasn’t a fancy commissioned mural, in fact the spray paint looked pretty rushed (it was in Spanish, the English translation was): “What happens to the Puerto Ricans that don’t rebel?” As an outsider, I had no idea what that meant. Speaking with new friends later on they explained – all Puerto Ricans know they live in a colony, but what can they do, realistically? These particular young men were in the U.S. military. They knew the relationship between the U.S. and Puerto Rico wasn’t perfect, to say the least. They “bought-in” to try to live the dream despite what some perceive as unfavorable odds — but what would become of them? This conversation sparked a paradigm shift in my understanding of U.S. / Puerto-Rican relations, and it started with a wall asking me a question.
The Orlando street art scene is an orange glistening in the sun, ripe for harvest. My hope in putting out this guide is to facilitate appreciation for all of the luxurious color and creativity we are a little bit spoiled by. I tend to drive by so quickly that these beautiful pieces are sort of reduced to scenery in my mind’s eye. Taking the time to look at them more intentionally resulted in greater appreciation and insight. Check out the link for Volume 1, encompassing Primrose, Bumby and a bit of Colonial. My only lament is that while we have large, lavish commissioned works we may be lacking in spaces for newcomers. I did see tags and little tiny unsanctioned pieces in the more obscure spots, but it seems we either have a heavy hand or lack of space for up-and-coming art.
Which pieces are you APPALLED that I missed? Comment below with info about your favorite piece so we can add it to the guide. I’m really most curious to know: what story do you think Orlando is trying to tell?