The same trip that yielded Wall Art From Spain, also yielded Wall Art from Morocco and that is what today’s entry will cover.
Now, Morocco, I suppose has different attitude towards what I call Wall Art, gratifies and stenciling are not yet wide-spread. But if you keep both eyes wide open, you can catch it.
Alright, I know this is very much clichée. “A Skateboard, Markus, really?!”, Yes a skateboard. We did not see any skaters while in Morocco, but, hey it’s the intention that counts, right….expanded Olympic Spirit, people.
To collect the images for this entry, I had to cast a wider net for the picture, be a little more inclusive, lower the bar slightly for entry. Spain by contrast has been exposed to Western Urban Life a lot longer and thus “Wall Art” is more accepted and has become part of the art understanding. In Morocco, not quite so much , yet. But, as you will see, they’ll get there, too.
advertisement fo a cyber-cafe (internet cafe) and a prancing horse. Now the prancing horse can go four different ways. 1) Someone is a Ferrari fan. 2) Someone is a Porsche fan 3)Someone is a prancing horse fan. 4) Someone really got carried away and thought of the Prancing Horse Inn from the Lord Of The Rings.
On the left side of the corner, you can see some football vandal art (I am being generous), while on the right side of the corner, you can see primitive stickman art (still being generous).
These are actual paintings on house walls. These used to be inside walls (where antiauthoritarian parents reminded their children gently….very gently to use their “inside voice”).
This is a handprinted advertisement for a tea shop, that also feature orange juice. Apparently one must also not part inferno too this wall. The other stuff might actually say:”Markus Is An Idiot”, I haven idea, I cannot read Arabic, I can speak a bit. I can make people hurry up in Arabic and I can say “Hello”, and I can say:”The next stop is…” – no reading though.
Behind this door are the official scald of the leather market in Fez. These scales have been behind tis ancient wooden door for over 2000 years – I made that all up, but some of you were gasping impressedly. No, I just saw the scales, but what I really needed was a reason to take a picture of what looks like a butt sitting on a very uncomfortable rock – I do not get that picture. Someone put effort into it and painted it, however.
Clearly, this is a handprinted sign for a hair dresser. One must hope that hair dressing is the person’s true calling, because most people, I surmise, would not want to have the equivalent haircut of this painting.
Now we are entering Chefchaouen, in the Rif mountains. This place is one of my favorite villages in the world. Why? Because it is very very soothing and relaxing. The entire Medina in the city is painted in shades of blue and white. Apparently, someone is selling onions. Or maybe the onion to the right is code for weed, because there were sweet Mary Jane field just outside the city. people would go on these easy half day hikes outside the city and come back oh-so-mellow and laid back.
Look at this, here “Wall Art” is all around, the whole city is Wall Art – very cool place.
Heck even house entries are special. The white and blue mixed with an “M.C.Escher-esque” tile mosaic.
Ane even though there is no painting pr se, I still had to include this lonely, yet proud Sunflower in its blue pot.
And now it is time for me to go to bed, so I am sharp again tomorrow.
Sayonara readership and you, too, stay sharp.
Yours Markus \m/