One of my favorite parts about cities and urban areas in general is that art seems to growing up and out from the cracks, in the unlikliest of places.

Art in urban spaces is like one massive case study in the age old question: what is art?

Art in cities also exemplifies the nearly unlimited modes of expression. It’s compact, overwhelming, easily missed, impossibly small and implausibly large, at times taken for granted, and somehow still double-take inducing, or just completely awe inspiring. It’s in your face, in your ears, in your mouth, in your head… invasive, but it creates no obstacles.

Here’s part 1 of my NYC observations: