|Close to New Regent Street|
I love exploring the city with the thrill of seeing yet another wall transformed into something beautiful. All of them are distinctly different and the detail is fantastic. Sometimes I have to think really hard to work out where the wall is and try and remember what existed in the space pre-earthquake. The signatures and/or wording that appear on some of the pictures are poignant too.
I noticed the below painting go up last week in the area of Tuam street and Fitzgerald Avenue
Isn't she stunning?!!
This next one is on a wall with several others (not pictured here today) off Colombo street somewhere between Moorhouse Ave and Brougham street. The words of the poem melt my heart. I couldn't see a signature on this wall so can't acknowledge the artist [will go back and have another look for signature and location as soon as I get a chance].
The can't quite put your finger on it tap your tongue to the roof of the mouth search for the flavour without a name, secret ingredient, to all this me I have become.
Maybe sorrow was the rain, to the seed of happiness planted the moment I became aware, that there isn't much fair when it comes to life.
Maybe sorrow was the thing, the if it doesn't kill you it makes you stronger
Not yet broken promise inside myself that no matter how hard it gets I can survive it extra bit of rope, when I thought mine had run out.
Maybe sorrow was the thing
Maybe it is the bending and pushing of these hearts to their breaking point that grants flexibility to the grace we spend our lives building.
Maybe only those who have danced with melancholy and ache can actually hear the music.
Maybe sorrow was the thing.