From my recent bicycle galavanting around my home in Melbourne, Australia, here are some of the sights that have caught my eye. Many pretty, gritty (and sometimes shitty) artworks reside in tucked away alleys, or obscured through windows, or high up above the eye level of pedestrians too busy to look upwards. Self-expression is pasted, sprayed and splashed on almost every wall, which is one of the reasons that I adore my city.
From this angle, he’s strumming the telephone wires:
From this angle, he’s trying to get his shoes back:
TV on the street:
An Australian icon in art:
This web rainbow is from my backyard (it was the size of a large coffee table).
A frocked-up tree.
There is no graffiti on this wall (respect).
I found some abandoned books down a gritty alley way. Bill Bryson: score.
My thoughts exactly:
Author’s bio: Torre DeRoche faced her fear of the ocean by island hopping across the Pacific for two years aboard a humble boat with a man she met in a bar. She has written a book titled Swept – Love With A Chance Of Drowning. Follow her on Facebook or Twitter.