I don’t like all street art. Some of it is ugly. Sometimes it’s vandalism and abuse of public/private property.
However, other times it’s artistic and colours up stark grey structures. Occasionally there is some political statement which I might or might not agree with, but it symbolises acvoice of anger or frustration. Sometimes it’s grissly, with gangs using symbols to mark territories.
It’s the case in nearly all urban areas across the world during these polemic times, especially in Tegucigalpa, as well as many other Latin American cities, where graffiti is known to be colourful.
Sometimes street art makes me chuckle and stays in my head. One I remember in Birmingham is close by to the Small Heath train station junction, “Velvet Underpants”, with the little drawing. I don’t know if it is still there. I used to see it everyday to and from work and it would always reassure me that no matter how shit the day was, there was always this epic piece of street art to make me grin. It’s not the prettiest or most colourful, but I felt a strange affinity with it, and I’m guessing many Brummies from the south side of the city feel the same. I looked on Google Images although it didn’t appear. A shame. Shame on you, Google!
Today I saw this one by Palmira, on the way into the Downtown area of Tegucigalpa. For those who don’t speak Spanish, balas means bullets. The rest you can work out for yourself. It’s not the most profound pearl of wisdom, nor is it a rainbow of colours. But who cares (apart from the owner of the property). I like it. Excuse the pun, but it kind of “hits the spot”.