The graffiti and stencil-art on the walls, the Council sanctioned paintings and cartoons of the Citylights project, the urban-sculpture, the idiots who cover themselves in metallic paint and pretend that they are statues, the buskers with full synthesizer kit on Fridays, the bongo-drummers on Sundays, regular buskers with guitars during the week, the street-opera, the street string-quartets, the contemporary-dancers, the break-dancers, the Parkour-artists and other kung-fu practitioners, the culture-jammers, all a grand milieu of sound and colour and movement.
Recently wandering the CBD on a sunny Saturday afternoon I came across a shipping container on Birrung-Marr. Within were about 30 people listening to a gentleman talk about clouds. I sat down in the back row for about thirty seconds and then asked a young lady next to me what the fuck this was.
"Fifteen-minute lectures" she stated and showed me a pamphlet. Satisfied I left, grinning inanely at the randomness of this. I was ecstatic just for the fact that this sort of thing existed. This city provides me with wonder upon wonder, to the point that I am constantly distracted and never get what I should be doing done.
I keep missing actual planned events for the annual Fringe Festival but it doesn't seem to matter. Melbourne is a constantly moving and changing fringe festival. Every second week there seems to be some sort of culture-jam. Whether it might be processions of zombies, pirates or "Cos"-players or a dance routine on the Flinders St Station Concourse.
So what grabbed my attention this week?
A Citylights exhibition. These are backlit pieces of pop art that are put up around Melbourne's back-alleyways. I don't know whose art this is but here you go.
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