I was driving home a couple of months ago, passing several little corner shops—you know the ones, that mostly carry soda, cigarettes, and beer—when a stop sign gave me a second to pause and look around at my surroundings. What I found was life, art, creativity, a vibrant excerpt of a unique urban experience.
Everyone has their own idea about what constitutes art. My mom always complained about a guy who peed in a jar and put a crucifix in with it. I agree, not art. Kind of disgusting really. But I’ve seen some…interesting examples of art in the numerous galleries and coffee shops and studios around town. I’ve also seen some pretty amazing graffiti. What I found I think measures somewhere in between.