Wall & Art – 19

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The advantage of growing up with siblings is that you become very good at fractions. – Robert Brault

Wall & Art – 15

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Admit it. Life would be boring without me – Unknown

The street art photographs that are gonna come up for next couple of weeks are so awesome I just can’t wait to show them all to you. I literally spent close to 2 hours across 3-4 streets to take each and everyone of them. And I made my friend hold my bag, keep an eye out for the traffic so that I don’t get run over and also to make sure I did not miss any of these beautiful art even by chance. It looked like an art war had occurred in those streets. They were so vibrant and full of color. And most of them had a signature by the artist too.

Wall & Art – 3

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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
– Oscar Wilde

PS: Taken in one of the small side streets of Brighton on our way back from Royal Pavilion.

Wall & Art – 2

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“Just about a month from now I’m set adrift, with a diploma for a sail and lots of nerve for oars.”
― Richard Halliburton

This was taken in the same bench where the first one was taken. I almost missed it because I had my back to it when I was clicking the first one. As you can see it was raining or rather drizzling (after some heavy storms and rains) and there were a couple of drops on my lenses which I couldn’t see then in that dull weather. Hence that drop of water on the ladies hand in the photograph. Someone who was very bored had obviously done both of these and had them signed too (it was done very recently I believe) I loved the concept in both. Was the artist watching someone sail in those waters and got inspired to draw this piece by imagining if they could set sail too? Who knows!

Wall & Art – 1

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“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters. A character is a caricature.”
― Ernest Hemingway

Taken at a bench near the beach in Brighton, UK. I really loved how it looked that the person looked like they were actually sitting on the bench. When I saw it from a little far away, I was stuck with the way it was composed. Was the artist copying someone who was engrossed in the book or did the artist portray how the characters in a book come alive when they are reading it? I should say that it was a very lovely place to sit under the cover, with the sea waves crashing by at the back and have a book in your hand. I am sure one will lose all sense of time.