Cosmo, running down a trail between an abandoned tennis court and an adorned wall in Csillaghegy
Used to be that art was for the wealthy, those rich enough to commission talent. Art was a singular kind of beautiful, defined by a small clutch of tastemakers, and cloistered within vast halls, on display for the price of admission.
Don't get me wrong. I love a great museum and generally think they are worth every bit of cash spent on the hour I can commit to, before I begin to get distracted and bored.
Give me a museum over an art gallery any day.
Nowadays, seems anyone can call themselves an artist and I really think the creative world is better for it, even while some "artists" hardly deserve that particular moniker.
Public art, for me, is just the thing. It may be ephemeral,it may be downright tacky, it may possess an ugly/beauty, it may piss some people off, but it adds a certain something to any city or town, be it a gigantic, confusing, ill placed metal sculpture in the middle of a parkway (Bend, Oregon, you know what I mean) or a blast of vivid graffiti stretching across a low, crumbling wall.
Public art makes me feel as if I'm walking through one of my own absurd fantasies. It reminds me that life does not have to be dull and tedious. It celebrates the ridiculous, praises the absurd, by turns glorifies or admonishes a community.
Follow the link to see some gorgeous and thought-provoking photos of public art put up in abandoned spaces...one amazing piece is the abandoned space itself. Budapest is the ideal canvas for this kind of art. http://weburbanist.com/2011/12/02/art-in-abandoned-places-14-inspiring-projects/
