There are memories, and then there are MEMORIES. One such event that causes a yearly resurgence of memories is the disaster at the nightclub República Cromañón on December 30, 2004 in Once, Buenos Aires. A fire killed 194 youths and injured 714 others because of pyrotechnic flares and chained fire exits. The corner near the nightclub site has become a memorial to remember those lost in the tragedy.
Those who follow me know that I love this world of untamed art. People who don’t get street art must not get emotions, because that is what street art is all about. Connecting with one another through emotions triggered by that art. Of course, there are other uses for street art, and many people blindly equate them all to the bad elements because they themselves don’t care for it. Some is destructive, but it is ALL creative.
In many places all over the world, artists won’t get the chance to show their art because the entry fee into the “art world” is simply beyond their means. And so, they use the blank canvases around them to express themselves. Not only to express themselves, but to pay tribute to things that are important to them. That there are others out there who connect means that there are opportunities for us to know one another for just a brief moment in time. That moment might fade, but the street will always remember. Even when we try to cover it with meaningless stuff.
The true meaning of our existence will always be found and depicted by those who brave the elements (man and nature) that try to stop them from creating. But creation is something that will always flourish as long as there are those who cherish its freedom of expression. There isn’t a force in this world that can stop it, and that just might be our saving grace.
