The title comes from what the artist has written on their piece.
Pics taken by Resa – June 9, 2019
Yesterday I “regaled” you with my evening at the Montreal Symphony House on Tuesday and promised you another post on all the wonderful graffiti/wall art I encountered on my walkabout before the show.
Today is the day, folks! Now, I mentioned I had to let my inner Resa out because she is the Queen of Graffiti finds. Just check out her site right here. The only bummer was that I was not prepared for such a ‘happening’, so to speak, so I had no camera, just my phone – which, it turned out, was not so bad after all.
I mentioned that I had spotted one mural yesterday that I had to go back to see once I parked my car, and on my way east along Ste-Catherine Street – I did say we can walk right in the middle of the street in this part of the island…
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Why does that fish have a peacock feather tail?” She asked as he sprayed more paint onto the wall.
“It’s a peacock fish,” he answered, his voice muffled by the filter mask that covered most of his face.
“But there’s no such thing,” she asserted.
“There is in my world.” His muffled voice was matter of fact. “In my world, there are peacock fish, and both the females and males have peacock tails.”
“But in real life, only the boys have fancy tails.” She wasn’t ready to leave her reality behind, as she stared at the unfinished female peacock fish.
“Your choice!” he replied.
She witnessed an ardent passion as he sprayed. She was compelled to look closer, then deeper into the mural. Suddenly she was a beautiful peacock fish, elegantly alluring the male who had attracted her attention.
His voice broke her fantasy. “I’m done for the day.”
As the last word landed, she was back on the pavement, looking up at the painting.
“Seems like I could just live in there, forever. Huh, well, my name’s Janie. You must be hungry. Do you want to grab a bite? I know a great place in this hood.”
“My name’s Cyan, and yes… maybe… but I’m covered in paint, and I really need to clean up first. He removed his mask. Where can I meet you in say, one hour.”
“Starboard Fish and Chips,” she laughed. “Oh, but I only eat chips, no fish, and they have a special deep fryer for the chips. No fish gets fried in it.
Janie waited until almost closing time for Cyan, but he was a no show. She was haunted by the experience all the next day. The day after that, she returned to the mural. Cyan wasn’t there. However, she was.
Janie was larger than life, looking more radiant than she had ever thought herself to be. Cyan had painted her into his mural, her long black hair an electric peacock’s tail. She was ephemeral, and a part of him forever.
BIG THANK YOU to GI, for inviting me to take a stab at her “How They Met”series.
Pics taken by Resa – Late 2013
Gatineau, Quebec, Canada
The Artists: Sébastien Morissette & Patrick Moss
SATURDAY was Free Comic Book Day up the street at West End Comics
I thought there might be something of interest for my blog pal, The Vintage Toy Advertiser.
SUNDAY – I walked a mile to a mechanics garage. Passing on the bus, I had noticed some fresh art on the walls. Also, instead of the price of a lube job on his marquee, there was something about animals. I wanted to see what it was.
OMG! One of the new pieces was a tribute to Stan Lee
There was also a 1940’s style Cat Woman,
… and a Poison Ivy! This really was a comic weekend!
Totally smitten by Poison Ivy, and that she was blocked by a car, I had to shoot from 2 vantage points. The light was different each way, and I love how it effected her red hair.
Then I checked out the sign, and took some pics.
When I got home I checked out Bill C-84 It is an animal protection bill dealing with beastiality & animal gaming (cock fights, dog fights, etc). Yet, more disgusting things about some humans.
There are many dogs & animals painted on Charlies property.
Pics taken by Resa – May 4 & 5, 2019
Artist: Unknown at this time
The Bees and Butterflies need our help. Let Holly’s luscious poem remind you of the beauty of Butterflies.
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I can watch butterflies
float weightless over gardens.
Stained glass collages of
amber, rust, and brown
set in facets of sable veins.
They hover over flowers,
compound eyes and fluttery feelers,
faces smeared flaxen
too fine for the eye to see.
Free from fear
death is not a concept on
their mystical journey.
If I am silent I can watch.
art by Nature Works