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eggshell 3 ways collaboration
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“going nowhere” / Kassel / Germany / ©julialametta
#Streetar: "Morning Routine" by #RemyUno @remy.uno in #Auray, France, for #LeMURAuray @lemur_auray Photo by @peach_chris More info at: https://barbarapicci.com/2022/05/30/streetart-remy-uno-auray-france/ #streetartfrance #francestreetart #streetartauray #art #graffiti #murals #murales #urbanart #muralism #muralismo #streetarteverywhere #instastreetart #streetartphotography #streetartpics #streetartaddicted #streetartlover #igersstreetart #graffitiart #arteurbana #wallart #spraypaint #spraypaintart #contemporaryart #artecontemporanea https://www.instagram.com/p/CeMOJSSIhq1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
I’m not Crabby!
This critter is one of a series of animals along the Bathurst and Wilson underpass in Toronto. Painted under the direction of OMEN514 and Nick SWEETMAN and sponsored by Street Art Toronto (StART).
El Raval, Barcelona.
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Décembre 2017 - Rennes - France
Ci sono posti in cui non andrei mai, e ci sono posti in cui non andrei mai che con te invece ci andrei. Renderesti poesia anche i graffiti che ormai stanno sbiadendosi sul muro che fa angolo in quel bar triste, che racchiude le speranze dei passanti e odora di vino rosso da pochi soldi. Renderesti poesia anche quella triste panchina in cui in due vicini non ci possiamo stare, dove il separatore separa il mio caos, dalla tua tranquillità. Renderesti poesia anche quella vecchia casa abbandonata, coi vetri rotte e le porte socchiuse che lasciano pensare che altre persone abbiano fatto poesia lì.