My final few days of random art explorations before I get thrown into a maelstrom of meeting, greeting, schmoozing and networking.
The mood around the World Trade Centre today, on the eve of the anniversary of 9-11, was more sombre and intense than yesterday to the point of being overwhelming.
I walked along Wall Street to get my connecting train to Brooklyn, passing poverty stricken bodies huddled in the most opulent of decorative doorways.
Williamsburg where I went to a flea market reminds me in some ways of the ‘new’ Hackney or Shoreditch, and yes, there is a lot more street art there.
The most impressive urban art I have seen though has been the gardens, both private ones and community projects like the Groundswell gardens which create a transformative magic that affects and transforms everything around them. Now that’s true art!
