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Denver Street Art

I think what draws me to street art, or graffiti, or just anything thrown up on a wall in general is the fact that I always wanted to do something like that. I loved to draww as a kid, and that has followed me throughout my life as well. I just never had the determination to make anything out of art. As a kid, I actually even sold a charcoal drawing of a cocker spaniel to a math teacher in middle school who just happened to love those dogs. You would think that would encourage me to believe that my art was good enough to make a living on, but it didn’t. I have always struggled with self-doubt. I basically gave up on drawing and painting because I knew deep down in my heart that my stuff would never quite be up to snuff. I still draw with my daughter, and if there is a writing utensil and a scrap of paper around you can be sure that I’ll be doodling on it. I appreciate Denver’s Street Art scene because I know the skill and dedication it takes to create something like that. I literally have thousands of images of the street art around town. I just don’t know what to do with it all. there is already a photographer out there archiving it all. I feel like I am just repeating his work. If anything it seems as if these images will serve as memories of the wonderful times I had exploring Denver’s crazy good street art subculture.

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Denver Street Art

Garbage cans become a work of art, boring walls are transformed into beautiful murals only to be dissed, buffed, and re-beautified. This cycle goes on continously throughout the Denver Metro area. I’m taking a look at Denver’s grafitti subculture which seems to be thriving at the moment. I’ve already collected hundreds of amazing images in just a few days time, and I still have a lot of neighborhoods to cover. Denver’s alleyways, art districts, and neighborhoods are a gallery of vandalism, art, and unfiltered self expression.

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Denver Street Art

“who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,” -Allen Ginsberg, Howl and Other Poems

I walked around the city for a few hours today. The sun was bright and high in the sky, which alters the colors of everything I see. I donated some clothing and food to the Denver Rescue Mission, but my attempts at gaining access to photograph the inside of the mission were rebuked. “Pictures are Taboo,” he said. “Get permission from admin,” he said. Frustrated, I asked him why. He just kep repeating the words admin and taboo.

So I walked away and turned my attention to the grafitti that the area is seemingly covered in. The River North District is bursting with color. I return here frequently to browse Denver’s street art scene. the landscape stays the same, but the colors are constantly changing and found in abundance. In these alleyways, among all the spray painted walls, and chemical smells, and original creations from the brains of amazing human beings, I find solitude. I find peace. I find a quiet moment to contemplate life. I could roam these alleys for days, but the responsibility of parent hood tugs at me to get back to the car, to cut this trip short so I can make it on time to preschool for the pick-up. I don’t have ten bucks to pay the late fee if you don’t pick up your kid on time.

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