i had lots of fun taking pictures of graffiti in spain. i have a longstanding but vague dream of some sort of photo display in my house with all my favorite graffiti images, so i like to collect new ones whenever i can.

while we were taking the bus up to the alhambra, we passed through a neighborhood with the most amazing graffiti on the whitewashed walls. i think my jaw might have been on the floor. i decided we just had to walk back down through that neighborhood in order to take pictures of the graffiti. (we didn’t. it was twilight when we left.) however, there were construction fences in front of most of it, in a way that made me think they were going to paint over it and were possibly not as enamored with it as i was. it was such a good reminder that not everyone sees things in the same way, and art can be just as controversial as it is celebrated.