Banksy, the infamous British graffiti artist, is currently in New York for a self imposed, month long "residency" which is appropriately located on the walls of New York City, free for the public to enjoy if you happen to locate, or stumble upon them. At each site, a toll free number has been stenciled for you to call and a hear a recording which may or may not have a clue for the where and the what of the following day's graffiti.
I'd be fibbing a touch if I said I was a diehard Banksy follower, but I have always appreciated and often smiled at his semi-political and cheeky jabs. When a friend and huge fan of Banksy txted me that she had located a Banksy, I went. It was a now-or-never moment because by day's end the piece would likely be gone, or at least significantly altered. I was hardly disappointed. I was tickled by the sudden interest of unknowing passers-by, together with savvy grafitti/art seekers. I am also a big fan of putting art in unlikely places. It is something like finding an easter egg long after the easter egg hunt- you really don't expect to stumble upon this little treat-, and it feels almost more special.
The best part of my Banksy moment: watching Ollie, a little long haired chihuahua, pee on the Banksy. The non best part: Ollie bit me right after.
The best part of my Banksy moment: watching Ollie, a little long haired chihuahua, pee on the Banksy. The non best part: Ollie bit me right after.
