Today my cousin and I went to the Wynwood, a part of Miami where all the building exteriors are painted with art. I had never heard of it before, and it was fabulous.
So much creativity, variety, and sheer fun. It made me realize that so much of what we call “art” falls into one of two traps. Either it’s really about mondy and commerce, or it’s about some kind of self-conscious attempt to be “important”.
These delightful works are not at all self-important, and they are not about money. What they are is bold, exuberant, fun, life-affirming, slyly humorous, mysteriously personal, and filled with craft.
Below are but two of countless examples that brightened my day today: