Sometimes I don't get me. How can I get so excited about street art, and not bat an eyelash when it comes to "plain art". I know my preference, it is the contemporary kind of course. But I don't get exited about it the way I do digging up macro magic in the public space. As I spotted this from afar, on the church turned exhibition space Nikolaj Kirke, my curiosity was mildly peaked. I knew it was "art". And I like it. But I would have jumped up and down with joy if it had turned out to be some mad street artist hijacking the tower.
The moment you read these words, they are no longer mine, but yours. (Lise Harlev)
Maybe it has to do with the sense of discovery, the hunt and the kill. And not just devouring something preapproved and curated by who knows who. I am a hunter and I get bored with prepackaged meat.
Now this on the other hand, turned me on:
A mini basket lock, practically urging you to kiss it.
And this made my entire day:
Ceramic street art! A guy passed by as I discovered it, and told me it was made by his friend. It was so good that he got to see, and hopefully pass on that it made someone happy. Maybe even you? Or is this your prepackaged meat now? How does it work?