Outpost Street Art Exhibition // Part 2

  Part two.  

  Part one here.  

  ...As the storm brews from the west  

  and the winds blow dust   

  into our poor little eyes  

  we take refuge inside.  

  There we find a man  

  hanging from the ceiling,  

  Mother Monster plastered  

  on a heavily graffitied wall,  

  and most would miss a tiny  

  drawing of a man waving.  

  Burst of colours would  

  jarringly meld with the  

  browns, the rusts, the siennas  

  of the industrial space,  

  including a dazzle of  

  pink from Pola's now  

  famous tights.  

  After all the pretty, ugly  

  things are seen.  

  We head back to the most  

  beautiful harbour in the planet.  

  Where we fill our bellies  
  with pies with faces on them.  




  Have a great week.  
  Love, Jesue  

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Outpost Street Art Exhibition // Part 1

  My friend Pola and I  

  hopped on a ferry to   

  Cockatoo Island.  

  It was sunny at first.  

  But the dark grey clouds  

  loomed above us.  

  We saw street art in  

  abandoned factory buildings.  

  There was a house with skulls,  

  robots made from bits of rubbish,  

  wrecked Holden Commodores,  

  an entire room splashed with colour  

  and t-shirts that glowed.  

  There was mixed media  

  and graffiti art inside  

  a creepy, dark tunnel.  

  But once outside,  

  the clouds got darker and greyer...  

  To be continued.  

  Part two here.  

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