Vicinity Pics: Wicker Park/Chicago

Chicago is booming with street art. As soon as some comes down;more goes up. I have begun to develop many opinions about it. I can begin to understand that some of this at may offend people. If art can not be objective should it be in the view of the public?

Some street artists use public property as their vessels/canvas/modules/medium to send a message and perhaps not to inconvinience small business, but many artists are posting over street signs and advertising which can cause problems.
Some art gives me the heevie jeevies which are akin to goose bumps and cousin to kudees. Should I be subjected to kudees any given moment?

On the flip side, the city never asked me if I liked the color they paint my stop lights, garbage tanks, and such. The city has many public places that are falling apart, but they focus the revenue on other tasks. The city should be beautifing the city at a faster rate than they are collecting revenue on many a project. The city should also take into consideration that art has existed prior to the city itself and must be created and seen by the public in order for a complete cycle of communication to circulate in contemporary society.

If the government and local municipalities are not going to hire artists to customize the droll and bland city scapes they should understand that blank space is simply a canvas to some people. It has always been that way and will always be.

Now who should decide what art is going to represent the taste of millions? This is where art goes commercial and begins to in fact represent a downward spiral of society in some regards. To commission artists is also a slippery slope. That is the equivalent to muzack and that was/is bad for everyone. (Even musicians.)

With this said I present some new pics from Chicago in July. The best time to be in the Windy City hands down. Everything blooms in Chicago's July. This is the golden months. There are more events and happenings in a Chicago summer than you can shake a stick at. I've managed to make it to a few, but needless to say that means I've missed dozens. That is the gift and the curse of being an artist in Chicago. It can consume you to try and keep up with the other 3.2 million artists.