Here it is. The view from my front door for Tara’s gallery at Sticky Fingers.
Not very pretty! It caused so many tears when the graffiti boys came back and painted this wall. The owner now has three large pieces on his property. Not because he is a fan, I think, but because he doesn’t care. The house is run down and appears unloved. When they started spraying outside our gate, they set themselves up with stools and flasks and settled in for two days. Every time we went out they ignored us. It was soul-destroying.
In the end, my husband forced an encounter by driving up the lane slightly faster than was strictly necessary which did make them move out of the way a little bit quicker. I then confronted them as calmly as I could and had an in-depth conversation about art in public places. It is a tricky one. When is graffiti ‘art’ and when is it an ‘eye sore’? Where do the boundaries lie? It is something Julia provoked debate about on her blog this week over at What Julia Did Next . Suffice to say, on this occasion, I come down on the side of eye sore. It is aggressive and ugly and it stares out with its nasty eyes at me and my family every day.
Our only compensation for this is that once we are in and have closed the gate we turn around and see this:
And all is right with the world!