Tag: Murals

🎨 Frida Kahlo 🎨

On By ResaIn Faces, Murals67 Comments

This is the second Frida Kahlo piece I’ve found.

I met the artist, Anya, while traversing alleys and parking lots. OMG! She was so neat. She spent time chit-chatting with me.

She said the art would be done by Thursday end. She had another art engagement on Friday. I didn’t think Anya & MSKA, who was assisting with B.G., would make the date. Wednesday rained all day.

She showed me the self portrait she was basing this mural on.

LOVE the hand/glove earrings!!!

I went back Sunday. It’s not quite finished, but I shot it anyway. I don’t know when I’ll get back there.

I adore the way she has Frida emerging out of the wings of a Monarch. When I returned, dumpsters had been moved in.

I shoot them as I get them.

Pics taken by Resa – June 9, 2015

Toronto, Canada

The Artists: 

On Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/anyamielniczek/

Wild Life

On By ResaIn Mini-Mural, Parking Lots44 Comments

It’s a sweet, imaginative piece in a parking lot.

I mean, here’s Toronto’s cityscape, CN Tower and all, with a parrot and elephants.

… and a BUNNY!

The wall dints in & out.

BEST PART OF THE MURAL IS THE CAT BELOW

Around the final corner is a trapped elk.

At least I caught his reflection.

Not only was he trapped by a car,

… he was imprisoned, which is how I found the painting. I had to find out how to get a better shot of him. That’s when I found the rest!

Pics taken by Resa – June 4, 2019

Toronto, Canada

The Artist:

Black & White Fright Night

On By ResaIn Murals33 Comments

This sweet imaginary creature speaks loudly about this mural.

Here it is in its entirety.

The bunny fox? is in the lower left corner. I’ll move up & down towards the right, featuring my fave bits.

 OH WELL! Everything cant be a fave.

The Playboy Bunny on Meth Death?

Super Hype Shit

The rest are in a slide show.

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Pics taken by Resa – April 28, 2019

Toronto, Canada

The Artist(s)

A reflection

How They Met

On By ResaIn Creative Writing, Street Art59 Comments

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